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Melou stomps up the stairs to Angela's room and when he enters, the door slams nicely behind him. He places the fox gently enough in the pile with the other toys he acquired the day before and then slumps in a chair, sulking.

If Angela is around, she's got one broody prince on her hands.

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"Well, I don't know that I'd call 'Did you make this?' 'Yes, now fuck off.' a conversation."

Melou slumps further in the chair.

"No, it wouldn't be," she says, a little shocked.

Who the fuck says stuff like that?

She comes over a little closer. "I'm sorry that happened," she says softly.

Pendragons who have been taught to channel most negatiove emotions into anger say things like that all the time.

"Yeah, well, I told him the same thing last time," he admits. "At least I got to say it first."

Angela would facepalm at this point, but it would probably just exacerbate the situation.

She nods. "So what are you going to do with the toys?"

He shrugs. "Give Mele his. He can do what he wants with them. Mine... I don't know. I almost gave it back to him."

Angela nods again. "But you kept it," she observes.

"It's mine," he answers softly. "I remember I liked it."

"Yeah. I can imagine you did." She fingercombs through her still damp hair. He doesn't seem angry anymore...but he does seem sad, which makes her sad, too.

Oh he'll get back there eventually.

"Besides, I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of thinking he got to me."

He usually does.

Angela nods. "Yeah." She's not quite sure what to say about that...not when it's obvious that he did get to him.

"I was even civil. Didn't do a damn thing to antagonize him and he just had to be his usual bastard self." Oh, look. Back to angry.

Angela sighs inwardly. That was quick.

And he needs to talk so she just nods and listens, looking a little worried.

He's always tearing himself up inside and I can't help or anything...

Melou just continues.

"And fine, I wasn't all that nice to him last time, but fuck, he'd just told me he didn't care about us or Mam and that my father didn't really care about me and I was fourteen."

God, that sucks, she thinks, but she just nods, and the look on her face is...very concerned, very sympathetic. She doesn't know what else to do but listen, so she does.

He can continue as much as he needs or wants to.

"All I wanted to know was if he made them like he said he did. 'Cause you know, Mam said he was nice to us when we were little so maybe he did make them and maybe I thought I might be able to tell him that was kind of a nice thing to do and he had to be a complete arse about it right off."

Oh, she thinks.

She just wants to hug him now, but she has the feeling that would not be conducive to him talking more.

She wishes there were something she could say or do to make it better.

Finally, he sughs and hangs his head a little. "I just miss my father and all I get is him."

And if Angela was listening very closely, she may have heard his voice crack a tiny bit.

All Angela is doing is listening.

She comes over and puts an arm around him and kisses his cheek.

"I'm sorry," she says softly. She really, really hates seeing him hurting.

"It's not fair," he says, quiet again, leaning his head against her cheek.

"It isn't," she agrees, closing her eyes and just holding him, stroking the backs of her fingers down his cheek.

Melou sighs again and straightens slightly. "Guess I was better off avoiding him, huh?"

Angela smiles just a tiny bit.

"Most likely," she says quietly.

He smiles back, a little, the usual mask pretty much back in place.

"I should start doing that again. He's not worth it."

"Not if it's going to upset you this much," she says.

She'd comment on him not really needing a mask. Not around her.

But then, she would be one to talk.

Melou makes a bit of a face.

"I'm not upset."