[ she can't help but smile. it hurts that there's even a question on whether or not she's herself, and despite knowing that angel has every reason for thinking that, cordelia sometimes has to wonder if anyone would've noticed the driver in the seat wasn't her. but that's a conversation for a much later time; angel has to learn how to swim in this hell dimension first.
first, though, she has to ensure that he's real ⎯ he's been coming and going like a boomerang, and she doesn't really want to let him leave again without her piggybacking on that ride. if she holds on a little too tightly, he'll have to forgive her. she's been alone for far too long. ]