Angelina wasn't sure what was with the word vomit this morning, but she was getting a definite foot-in-mouth feeling as her gaze followed Fred around the room apprehensively. She wasn't used to having to tread carefully around Fred. They had always been so open with each other, sometimes humorously so, and to have such a big part of her life be hurtful to him wasn't easy.
"Freddy," she grabbed at his arm before he could go, brows furrowing. "You're... staying for breakfast, aren't you?"