[Angel laughs softly, clearly not taking him fully at his word, but he still seems touched. Or maybe he was just hit in the head harder than he fucking thought.
Climbing into the car, Angel fishes out some ice from the drink station and holds it to his head with a groan as he settles in. That's better.]
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Date: 2024-09-03 12:19 am (UTC)Climbing into the car, Angel fishes out some ice from the drink station and holds it to his head with a groan as he settles in. That's better.]
Were you in the middle of anythin' too important?