Tea. One of these days they'll convince Aziraphale that cocoa is much better for soothing. But they're gonna sit there on the floor, by the door now, and get themselves in order and let him make whatever he wants. Something warm in a warm cup will feel nice, either way.

Two incidents doesn't quite make a pattern, but it's enough for the Soldier. Feels like two memories is the hard limit for this kind of thing, if they don't want the worst things to break loose. "Most of my missions I killed people," they say quietly after a moment, half to themselves, only about half to Aziraphale. "That's what I was for. Does it even matter that much. If they were adults or kids."