Angie could feel the little tangible shift in him and she smiled softly. She clearly didn't know him very well yet, but she didn't think she needed to, either. They were similar in a way nobody else could possibly be. And he was important to Cash, which automatically made him important to her. Nothing had changed, but it was nice to know she had somebody else who understood, even if they had just met. Having somebody in her corner meant a lot.

"Me too," as unexpected as it had been, Angie was grateful for it too. "The invitation is always open," Angie had a come-and-go sort of policy at her flat to those who needed it. She wasn't sure who took advantage of it, especially when she was gone, but she wouldn't be gone now and so she meant it wholeheartedly. It was an easy place to escape to. She had a spare bedroom and a couch, plenty of privacy. Nobody paid much attention to her coming and going over years, not in this part of London anyway. "Any time, for anything." She assured him with another smile.