"I probably wouldn't have gone, if Dahlia hadn't invited me like she did." Angel sighs, but it's more a postural thing than one of breath. A deflation, a release. Then he walks over slowly to the table. Puts one of his hands on top of one of Eddie's, fingers interlacing.
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Date: 2023-09-27 02:16 am (UTC)