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Late Tuesday night. Angelo and Sarah run into each other in the kitchen. They eat week-old pizza, and chat about Angelo's upcoming trip home, and the possible existence of some pictures from Friday night's clubbing trip.

Sarah stalked into the kitchen, the only sound giving her away being the grumbling of her stomach. She shot a glare towards her midsection, and crouched down to check out what was in the fridge. All she wanted was something easy to warm up, was that too much to ask?

Angelo had been wandering the mansion for most of the night, unable and unwilling to sleep, still trying to decide how he felt about going home. Realising he was passing the kitchen, he stopped and turned to go in, suddenly hungry.

Shuffling through containers, Sarah heard the door to the kitchen open and peeked her head out from back behind the refrigerator door. "Hey. You're up late."

Angelo shrugged. "Can't sleep. One of those nights, you know... Thought I'd come get somethin' to eat."

"I hear you." She went back to nosing around in the fridge, eyeing several containers with distaste. "But it seems we've got to choose between week-old pizza, or left-over.." she checked the container label, "veggie burgers. Who the fuck eats veggie burgers?"

Angelo shrugged. "Rahne, maybe?" he suggested. "Think I'd prefer the pizza, if it's not actually green by now."

Sarah picked up the plastic bag, turning it around a few times. "It looks okay, and it isn't moving on its own. I think it may be safe."

Angelo grinned. "Pizza it is, then. You havin' some?"

"Yeah. 'm starving." Pulling out some paper plates from a cabinet, she put a couple of slices on each plate, and stuffed them both into the microwave at once. "Excited to go home?"

Angelo shrugged awkwardly. "Kinda."

She tilted her head curiously. She'd never had -that- sort of reaction before. "Only kinda?" The microwave behind her beeped.

Angelo glanced down. "Yeah. It's... it's just the first time I've been back since I came here, y'know? Since..." He trailed off.

"Are you takin' an image inducer?" She turned around, grabbing the two plates from the microwave and putting them down onto the counter. "I'm sure your mom'll be happy to see you."

He nodded. "Either an image inducer, or Amanda's gonna sort out a glamor for me. An' yeah, she will. It's just me bein' stupid." He moved to the counter to pick up a slice of pizza.

"You'll be fine. Besides, you're pretty good at taking care of yourself." She blew on her own pizza slice, taking a tentative bite. Luckily, it didn't kill her instantly.

Angelo nodded, swallowing a bit of pizza. "Yeah... I think it's more... nothin's gonna be the same."

"Doesn't matter. It's still home."

"It was", he said softly. "Maybe it still is, maybe it won't ever be again. An' that's the problem, isn't it? Is it still home when I can't show my real face?"

"Fuck them." She leaned back against the counter, and took another bite of pizza. "They don't get to take that away from you."

"But how can they not, when I'd be hidin' the whole time I spent there? Won't be an issue for much longer, with Mom movin' cities, but..." He shrugged.

She shook her head. "Doesn't matter. Situations change, but that doesn't mean it isn't home."

Angelo glanced up at her. "Yeah? An' what about when most of the people that made it home're out for your blood?"

"You've still got somebody there who loves you. And memories." She finished her slice of pizza, leaving the crust on her plate. "They don't get to take those away."

Angelo managed a lopsided smile. "Someone who loves me... not for much longer. An' a lot of the memories aren't that great. But... some of them are. So I guess you're right." He took a last bite of his pizza.

She picked up the second slice, catching the cheese and various toppings that threatened to slide off. So your said your mom's moving?"

Angelo nodded. "Yeah, she's comin' out to NYC. She wants to be closer, an' it'll be good t'have her not, like, the whole country away."

"Yeah. I imagine that'd be nice." She suddenly found her pizza fascinating.

Angelo glanced over at her, suddenly realizing the conversation had hit dangerous ground. "You okay?"

"Yeah." Just leave it, she pleaded silently, I don't want to talk about it. She took another bit of her pizza.

Angelo got the hint, and cast about for another topic of conversation. Coming up short, he just bit into his second slice of pizza, leaning against the counter in silence.

She finished the last of her pizza, tossing the trash into the trash can and going to wash her hands in the sink. "So, considering who else is involved, if anybody would know, you would. Pictures from Friday night?"

Angelo laughed. "Which part of Friday night?"

"The interesting parts. I figure you'd at least know if there's pictures floating around of me and Paige..."

Angelo grinned. "I might do", he said lightly. "What's it worth?"

Sarah rolled her eyes, hands placed on her hips. "Considering I'm the one who talked Paige into wearing the Red Thing again in the first place, I don't think you should be asking me that."

Angelo nodded. "True. I do owe you. Okay - Shinobi's got them. An' I didn't tell you that."

She grinned. "You didn't need to. I figured as much."

Angelo chuckled. "Does that mean I still owe you?"

"Yeah, I think so. I mean, the Red Thing. Think about it."

Angelo did, eyes glazing slightly. "Yeah, good point. Okay, I still owe you."

Sarah laughed, shaking her head slightly. "And on that note, I'm outta here. Have fun not sleeping."

Angelo nodded. "Will do. An' you have fun whatever you're doin'."

"Sleeping. And maybe going to try and bribe my pretty half out of some incriminating pictures." She grinned and turned to leave. "Night."