( she knows that tone. it's his bad news delivery tone. only this time it's not to bring her bad news, but to tell her about his own. )
Thanksgiving... ( she remembers and keeps the, when I confronted you for skulking in the shadows? yeah, I remember, to herself. ) The guy with the dark hair and the accent, right? ( it dawns on her now that she isn't sure how many friends he actually has in LA. and if she had, she'd know now, it's one less.
she can read between the lines; knows what he's saying without actually saying it. )
Angel... ( her voice is quiet, ) I'm so sorry.
Are you ─ no, that's a dumb question. You lost a friend, of course you aren't okay. ( she mentally smacks herself for that one. she knows what it's like to lose a friend. the toll it takes. the pain. the numbness. ) What can I do to help? Even if it's just to come and see you, let me help.
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Thanksgiving... ( she remembers and keeps the, when I confronted you for skulking in the shadows? yeah, I remember, to herself. ) The guy with the dark hair and the accent, right? ( it dawns on her now that she isn't sure how many friends he actually has in LA. and if she had, she'd know now, it's one less.
she can read between the lines; knows what he's saying without actually saying it. )
Angel... ( her voice is quiet, ) I'm so sorry.
Are you ─ no, that's a dumb question. You lost a friend, of course you aren't okay. ( she mentally smacks herself for that one. she knows what it's like to lose a friend. the toll it takes. the pain. the numbness. ) What can I do to help? Even if it's just to come and see you, let me help.