[Somehow, that doesn't seem like the end of it. While he does believe that she's accepted his advice - such as it is - something's still not right. Damned if he knows what it is, though. Maybe it's just the fact that she's brought it up at all that's got his stomach knotting uncomfortably. He doubts he'll be able to forget it the way he - inadvertently - forgets most things, though, by sleeping on it and starting fresh the next day. He can wish her good night and shut off the device and go back to sleep, and...Well, maybe he can go back to sleep. Somehow this feels like the kind of conversation that's going to stick in his memory and probably keep him awake, and he won't even be able to blame the voice in his head because this is something that bothers both of them.
His brows draw together and he frowns slightly at the sight of her shaky smile, and he abruptly drops the device on his rumpled blankets and gets to his feet, crawling expertly over Torch Dragon to get up off the bed. Separated as their bedrooms are by a mere wall, Angel can probably hear his heavy footsteps as he stalks to his door, opens it, and then continues the few steps further to stop in front of Angel's door. Likely at that point she'll be expecting his knock, too.]
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[Somehow, that doesn't seem like the end of it. While he does believe that she's accepted his advice - such as it is - something's still not right. Damned if he knows what it is, though. Maybe it's just the fact that she's brought it up at all that's got his stomach knotting uncomfortably. He doubts he'll be able to forget it the way he - inadvertently - forgets most things, though, by sleeping on it and starting fresh the next day. He can wish her good night and shut off the device and go back to sleep, and...Well, maybe he can go back to sleep. Somehow this feels like the kind of conversation that's going to stick in his memory and probably keep him awake, and he won't even be able to blame the voice in his head because this is something that bothers both of them.
His brows draw together and he frowns slightly at the sight of her shaky smile, and he abruptly drops the device on his rumpled blankets and gets to his feet, crawling expertly over Torch Dragon to get up off the bed. Separated as their bedrooms are by a mere wall, Angel can probably hear his heavy footsteps as he stalks to his door, opens it, and then continues the few steps further to stop in front of Angel's door. Likely at that point she'll be expecting his knock, too.]