[ The moment of silence in which Angelo bemoans their lack of connection and forgets that verbal communication is an alternative... that is a moment Frontal certainly doesn't mind and further, relates to an unfortunate amount. He's tried reaching out to Angelo's mind quite a few times over the course of the night, absent-minded attempts that naturally went nowhere. The void is too quiet without Angelo's chaotic emotions in its periphery. ]

Am I ever not careful?

[ A bemused question, not really expecting an answer. ]

I'll let you shower and change your clothes before your full report. Would you like a tea to go with it?

[ This cohabitation might as well be a space to explore new dynamics, just a little. ]