Ares returned to the room to see Angel curled up in a ball.
He dressed up for sleep, before returning to the bed.
Letting out a sigh, he tapped her on the back, gently.
"Hey, I'm here now. Let's talk."
He had contemplated shutting her off like he would usually do when faced with random bursts of hysteria.
But he was fast learning that when it came to Angel, his head and heart never agreed on the same action.
A good majority of the time, logic always failed when it came to dealing with her.
This was why he was sometimes skeptical about pushing Ava to the side.
She was just so much more mature, and reasonable.
Angel required more work than his impatience mostly didn't seefeel like providing.
"Hey," she sat up. "I don't want to fight."
"This is not a fight, Angel. Trust me. I know fights. I just need you to clarify what you really want."
She sniffled, and adjusted into a more comfortable position.