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Angel laughs ruefully, his brows creased in a pained smile. "I try not to love, you know?" He shakes his head, running his hands through his hair in a way that reeks of anxiety. "Magna very easy to love. Very easy to trust, follow. Not so easy to understand." He sighs deeply, leaning back and looking away. "Not so easy to help," he murmurs.
Angel crosses his arms, his resting face settling into a frown. "They make Obi very sad," he says first, his tone measured, "but also very happy." His face lights up in a jovial smile, his arms outstretched. "Who am I to say Obi can't be happy?"
"I don't know him," Mattias sneers. "But if I did — completely hypothetically — know this person, I'd say he's a fucking idiot who should have died at least four months ago when he crossed paths with the wrong sort of guy. Person. Whatever." He handwaves the last part, chewing on his lip with a smug smile. Then, he murmurs, "Turns out he's the wrong sort of guy too, though." It's not really clear what he means, but he's got this faraway look in his eye like he knows something you don't.