The thing of it is, Angel’s death back home was being chopped to bits by hunters who thought he shouldn’t exist. So people deciding dead things ought to not be walking dead things is a sore spot he’s only just started to acknowledge. So even though his heart can’t pitter-patter-pound like a hummingbird’s, there’s some panic going on.
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He sticks his hands in his pockets, going quiet.
The thing of it is, Angel’s death back home was being chopped to bits by hunters who thought he shouldn’t exist. So people deciding dead things ought to not be walking dead things is a sore spot he’s only just started to acknowledge. So even though his heart can’t pitter-patter-pound like a hummingbird’s, there’s some panic going on.