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Aziraphale hurried into the bookshop and looked around anxiously, breathing a sigh of relief when he saw Jim comfortably settled into a chair, out of trouble. He walked over and looked things over, making sure all was in order as Jim sat sipping a drink. “What do you have there?”
“Hot chocolate, of course.” Jim took a big slurp. “This is fun, drinking it like that. It makes such a noise, and feels good on my lips.” He took a longer slurp for emphasis, then smacked his lips.
“Ah, yes, I did assume as much. I just.. How did you get it? Did you make it yourself?” His brow creased. What exactly had Jim put into it?
Crowley sauntered into the room. “Aziraphale! Welcome back.”
Jim pointed at Crowley. “He made it for me. But he said you wouldn’t believe me.”
“Oh, he did?” Aziraphale raised his eyebrows and gave Crowley a triumphant smile. “He can be very—well.” He remembered who he was talking to and gave his head a little shake. “He does things like that sometimes.”
Jim set his mug down with a thud and stood, walking over to stand between the two. “The two nicest people I have ever known. The only people in the world to have ever made me hot chocolate.” He threw an arm around each of them and squeezed.
Crowley and Aziraphale stood frozen. Jim whispered loudly, “This is called a group hug. You’re supposed to hug back.”
Crowley jerked away and Aziraphale gave Jim a little pat on the shoulder as he gently pulled away.
Jim looked back and forth between them, beaming. “There. I believe that makes us a family.”