action;
[As soon as he lets her hand go, she wraps her arms around her waist--default Angel stance, she's come to think of it as. She keeps pace with him though, gaze mostly on the ground. She's not sure what to feel about that not, much less what to say. There's a part of her that's obscenely pleased that she was his perfect happiness. She's also sad for him, for the idea that he won't be happy again. Almost perfect happiness would be acceptable and still nice that he gets to experience it.]
Sort of a fail safe. Things are...really bad back home? For you. I mean. Me less of the bad more of the hey possibly resembling normal coming up.