"Oh." Somehow that seemed even worse to him. The worst thing about being immortal was watching your friends get old and die, or more commonly, just die. Which was probably why he didn't make very many friends. Doyle had been the worst. Maybe it was better he hadn't been there when Wes and Cordy moved on. It didn't sound like he'd done much good when he had been there anyway.
"Thanks for telling me. Guess I owe you again." To him it had just been a few weeks ago that she'd locked Angelus back up and taken the head trip through his life with him. "So since you and Buffy are alive I guess Spike really did save the world huh." Angel couldn't just come out and ask how she had been.
He didn't know what else to do so he walked over to the bar and opened a bottle of whiskey. Poured himself a glass and handed her the bottle.