Angel nodded, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants once she stepped away. If there was a wet spot on his shirt from her tears, he didn't acknowledge it or seem to mind. Tears were better than the blood (and usually blood that was his own) that tended to soak this garments through.

"Take all the time you need. I wasn't expecting you to change your mind right away or even for you to change it at all."