[She does smirk because of how much of an old man he looks squinting over his phone. Faith doesn't immediately make the connection with how bright it is out and Angel having not been out in the sun in centuries.] So it seems. You okay...?
[A clarity comes later- oh! Right! The sun. Eyes. Faith's got you Angel.] We could go inside? Talk somewhere darker? And actually talk. Since my house is soundproofed.
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[A clarity comes later- oh! Right! The sun. Eyes. Faith's got you Angel.] We could go inside? Talk somewhere darker? And actually talk. Since my house is soundproofed.