Want another one. We can make a right party out of it. Sit and talk about the 'good old days' and continue pouring our hearts out.

[He knew it was a bit of a pity party going on, but it seemed he wasn't the only one who needed to vent. And he also wasn't the one who'd been left with a living, physical reminder of a love ripped away from him. He could give the young psychotic some time and an ear.]

Where to start with Angelus... I mean aside from the obvious fact that he was a prick.