Angel had taught them all so much about how to live life. Even he, without the sentence of HIV hanging over his head, had learned more about how to live each and every moment of his life than he had in the twenty-seven years before he'd met him. He was just grateful to see Roger smiling, even if it was his mocking-Mark smirk. If the king of all negative thoughts and emotions could smile during the end of the world, they might just be okay.
"Gosh, self-defense, why didn't I ever think of that," he said sarcastically, but he was laughing under his breath. "Seriously, though. Without sounding too sentimental and whiny, I'm glad you're here. And not just because you probably saved me from two broken legs back there." Because compared to what they were apparently facing, broken legs were nothing. Losing control of your body would suck, but having no control over your own mind? Pass.