Angel had been alive, or undead, for centuries…solitude was something he was accustom to, especially since regaining his soul, and yet he had a difficult time imagining Faith being removed from his every day routine. The time spent together in London had just made it feel like the norm. “We can always come back…with the bracelet, you’re not just weighted down to one place.” If anyone understood Faith, he liked to think that it was him.
“But…” Ducking his head slightly, Angel stared at a spot on the floor, thinking back to how far they had come to get to this. “I couldn’t picture doing this without you.” He didn’t mean for them to leave right that second. There really wasn’t any kind of a rush. This place, it meant something to him as well, for different reasons.