Angel scrubbed a hand over his face, mainly to cover up the fact that he was rolling his eyes underneath it. This argument was getting really old, really fast. One of his best friends had just come back from the dead -- after nearly half a decade -- and Angel was standing here bickering with him about the fabric of the universe? Not exactly the joyous reunion he'd imagined, on the rare occasion when he allowed himself to entertain the possibility of Doyle ever returning. But it was the comment about their 'damsel' that proved to be the breaking point for his patience. "We don't even have a damsel anymore," he snapped angrily. "She's dead, okay? Cordelia's dead. First she was a demon, then she was a higher being, and then she got possessed and slept with my son -- and now she's dead. Who would put all of those events into my head if they weren't real? Who the hell would do that?"
He regretted the outburst almost immediately, but there was no way to take it back now. But hey, he thought bitterly, it's not like Doyle's gonna believe a word of it anyway. Still, it wasn't fair for him to unload all of that on the guy. Not this soon, and especially not the way he had said it. "I'm sorry," Angel continued, a little softer this time. "I know that's... a lot to take in at once. But it happened, Doyle. It all happened."