Hello, Barachiel. [There's a far more open smile in place of the usual deadpan expression on Raphael's face when he senses Barachiel approaching. It isn't that he doesn't know how to smile, or that he doesn't feel contentment far more often than his brothers, Gabriel and Michael. But his time with humans is in their pain, their grief, their moments of desperation when they need healing. He doesn't mind not seeing smiles as much as long as he can see the grimaces and the tears and the pure agony ease away. In that respect, maybe he is more like Barachiel than he is his other brothers.]
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It's been a while.