"R-right..." Angel silently watched Alastor just casually stroll back over to the stove as if Angel didn't just bare his soul to him. You know how hard that was for him? The only other living soul who knew was Cherri...

See? No one cared. The voices in his head needled at him. No. No... this was good. This is what he wanted. It was just the kick in the ass he needed to squish this thing before he got in too deep.

"Sure thing." Angel said dryly, walking over to the refrigerator to fetch the supplies Alastor requested.

Heading back over he placed them well out of the "splash zone" and he spun to turn his back on the deer, raising a hand to give a small wave.

"Enjoy your breakfast Al." And with that Angel tried to make a hasty retreat.