Warren huffed and averted his eyes from Bishop, mostly - alright, entirely - because he knew the energy absorber was absolutely right. His hair hit the head rest with a thud. In this case, friendship meant being able to act like a petulant child without judgements being made. Alright, Luke always judged - but he was also the type that took secrets to the grave. Angel re-holstered his weapon in a sign of surrender, but still made it known he'd objected to some of the larger man's words.
"Ex?" Warren pronounced the syllable with all the diction of a short on Sesame Street. "I don't believe I know who you are referring to..." Sure, to the layman it might have seemed as though he and Eva weren't together. But Luke should have realized that to the on again/off again lovers this was just another extension of their dance. The deeper into the mud and muck that was law enforcement he buried himself, the more he held on the flame of hope he had for Eva. For a man so accustomed to great works of tragedy, Warren couldn’t help but see them as two people destined to be together. Or at least, he'd begun to tell himself that, because when you flew close to the darkness inside the human soul it had a habit of reaching out for you. Eva was his lighthouse, the beacon that he imagined would one day guide him home. Not that he'd thought about it very much at all.
"And I am no saboteur, but you're right. I chose this, I want this." Not this, the cold and incredibly boring stake out - but the chance to be the hero that he'd joined the X-Men to become. Warren took a deep breath, and finally glanced to Bishop because he was ready to forgive him for his outburst. Or the other way around. "I know." He told Bishop simply, and did as the other man had said. Feathers unruffled. "She does that to me, you know." He knew. "She's just my drug. Her smile, her laugh..." The adorable way she greeted her class of students. "And I just... can't... believe... you wouldn't go shopping with me." Warren nearly sounded wounded over it. "Tiffany's is much more dangerous than this place."
Warren's smirk didn't last long after they noticed a man from the street enter the building they'd stalked. "It's Mike," Angel's telescopic vision had confirmed. Warren turned on the radio that was connected to the wire they'd placed on Mike earlier in the day, because what else are small time drug pushing mutants good for? "Let's see if he can play his part." The stage was his, all he had to do was get the bastards inside to give him the drugs and tell him to sell it. Warren listened while the microphone picked up the ambient noise and generic idiot male greetings that awaited the informant.
"And besides, you said it yourself, we deserve each other." Warren added, while someone questioned Mike's motives. Angel silently prayed that their turncoat didn't get himself killed, but it was clear that Mike wasn't the best actor… which seemed ironic considering this what he did for a living - sell drugs. What happened next even took Angel a bit by surprise. The two men on the radio started to yell, then they heard a struggle, and after that a single gunshot. Warren's eyes darted to Luke, and unfortunately this was where their partnership did shine. Without a word Angel left the car, gun in one hand, knife pulled from his coat in the other. He'd already pressed the call button on his radio and requested an ambulance and back up. But if the two did their job right, it would all be done before the back up even arrived. "Don't get hurt, I still need your opinion later." Warren told his partner, right before they went to work.