Gallivan seemed to be processing the information she gave and she couldn't blame him. It was obvious he cared about Cash as much as she did and she felt some odd sense of camaraderie in the moment that she hadn't expected. Sometimes she worried because she'd been gone for so long that Cash hadn't had anybody looking out for him, but he had, and it lifted a little weight off her shoulders that she'd been carrying around for longer than she realized.

She nodded along at his appraisal of the situation, thinking that what he said made sense, but Angie also knew Cash well enough to know he would spiral about the baby. Neither one of them had ever had very good parental examples and she could truly understand the concern about the next generation in that cycle. It was a large part of the reason Angie didn't want children herself. "Yeah, that's part of the reason I came home." Angie still had some things to figure out and a contract with the bank to finish, but she was starting the process of relocating to London more permanently.

"I should be seeing him this week," Angie sighed. "I'll get a read on how bad." Neither one of them had ever been able to disguise how bad they were spiraling from the other. She might not always know why he was barely keeping his head above water, but she would be damned if she would let him drown. "I could let you know, if you want?" Forming a tentative alliance in the quest to keep Cash sane would be helpful. Angie would never, ever, say a thing about doing it on her own, but she was only one person and she only got to see him so often. She didn't exactly know where Cash and Gallivan stood, but there was no doubt that the man sitting across from her didn't care.