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"they flip the siren, hit the lights" ✭ ── Resting...Sojourn was probably right, but then again, he felt like all he did was rest. Rest for nothing and lay around and think about how tired he was. Angel opened his mouth to say something else on the subject, before quickly shutting it and flinching at the malice in his mother’s tone. It wasn’t as if she was wrong, which was admittedly the worst part, and her gaze boring into his very soul forced him to look away with a scowl. ”I can handle myself.” He muttered, curling his own tail over his paws. His appreciation for the help he was offered became somewhat soured in his heart from the words, and he didn’t feel so sure of it anymore. Though he wouldn’t be so opposed to sleeping somewhere else, any medical help or suggestions towards the betterment of his own health felt like mockery when Aphra plagued his mentality with bitterness.

Then there was arguing, more aggravation, more nonsense. It was like buzzing in his ears, his mood switching rapidly as Angel pressed his paws over his ears, lowering his body to the ground until his chest touched the earth. ”It’s fine! I’m fine, I don’t want to hear any more.”  Perhaps a minor outburst wasn’t the most optimal for his impression either, but in his defense he was still recovering, it had only been minutes since he came back to, and he was certainly not prepared for any more stress. Although, Devraj’s offer was tempting, food and shelter literally anywhere else was preferable. But he also would have not put anyone else in a situation where they would deal with his mother in any capacity. Angel’s indecisiveness bled into his behavior, looking back and forth between Devraj and staring at the ground. Yikes.