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Angel(us) (_biteoravoid_) wrote in silverage,

What had been little more than a polite gesture now found Angel with a man approaching him. He almost groaned to himself. Social graces and even being social were not his strong suits. He much preferred to stay within the confines of his basement or within the library where he had found work. Interacting with humans was always tricky at best and deadly at worst.

"Morning," he said simply as he looked the other man over more closely now. He was careful to keep that coat rack between himself and the other man, just in case. "Yeah. I've never seen snow like this in summer."

It was almost painful for him to make even the smallest bit of conversation. Part of him wished he could have gone back in time, forgone the nod to the man, and just kept his head ducked down into the collar of his shirt.

Or maybe that was merely what he liked telling himself. Truth be told, it had been a lonely life without his family. He missed Darla, missed their cavorting and cutting a bloody swash across Europe. He could still hear Dru's little nursery rhymes, haunting him in the dark corners of his mind. Hell, he even missed Spike. At the core of it, he did miss companionship so perhaps that is why he felt the urge to nod his head at this total stranger rather than just continue on his shopping.