"Yeah, AIDS," Mark said, with a small sigh. He seemed to be taking it well though.
He should have guessed. Angel was never the kind of person to let things get him down. But ...
"Collins?" he repeated, shocked. "Oh, God. How are you doing?" he asked. That was awful, that even in a different universe they hadn't been able to be together. And they'd been so happy.
"Our Collins is alive," he said. "Well, he was when Roger did his puzzle, and he arrived later than me."