She smiled, grateful for his understanding. It meant way too much to her for him to just get it. And he did, which didn't really surprise her. He'd morphed from someone she worked for to someone she could tell anything to without the fear of being judged as harshly as Harmony and her fellow Cordettes would've.

She always felt bad every time she thought about wanting her mind to be hers and not belong to a thousand faceless people. She had felt grateful when she'd gone a month without a single hit. Despite the good feelings that came with being visionless, she felt as though something was missing. Couldn't live with them, couldn't live without them.

Cordelia lifted her ale up. "We should toast to it." She wasn't exactly sure what. The silence? The break? All she knew was that the idea behind this night was being deterred constantly by things she labelled Too Serious for a fun evening. "Hopefully this place isn't littered with helpless people waiting to be helped, because you kind of need hobbies, Angel," she said, teasing, giving him a lopsided grin.