[ cordelia wraps her arms tightly around him in a hope of leaving an imprint so he never leaves again. she'd felt guilty for being the one to break her promise of standing - literally - by his side until the very end; marina had taught her what it was like to be left behind in the wake of a great big hero. she didn't like it one bit; holding onto him as tightly as her tiny human strength would allow, cordelia has no desire to let go. the moment she does, she loses him, and she's tired of losing the one slip of family she has in this big ocean. ]
We really need to work on your sniffing out your best friends, pal. [ she's smiling widely now. she's not quite sure what sells angel on her being her - as sometimes she doesn't even think she's herself some days - but she's glad that he just seems to know. it's good he hasn't lost his touch for being a big dumbass. ] At least I know it's you - You do this every time they decide to reel you back in here.
[ but it's a damn good indicator to her as to what he last remembers. having not encountered an angel with amnesia for the last year or so she remembers has been an unknown blessing. ]