Bad News

Sure, Angelo had seen the fire, but he hadn't really processed it. Not really. He'd seen people on the island that were literally made out of fire, who simply walked around without actually burning anyone. So he hadn't thought it would actually hurt when Roa's tears hit his shoulder.

It did. It hurt like lava hitting his flesh, and Angelo gritted his teeth, hissing in pain as his hand went up instinctively to shield himself.

Which was a bad plan. Roa'd already pulled back, and he'd effectively just stuck his hand in something that was burning, even though it was rapidly cooling.

He at the very least had the sense to pull his hand back, exposing the damage to the air--and to Roa. Roa could heal. He knew that much, even if it hurt like hell, and he'd been in enough crisis situations to know how to calm himself down and follow instructions.

But if Roa was paying attention, he'd realize that Angelo's injuries had already started to heal, even before his intervention - the edges were knitting themselves together, healing as they went. Not instantly, but still visible, as Angelo silently burned through his extended lifespan to repair the damage without even realizing it.

As weird as it no doubt sounded, Angelo hadn't quite known he regenerated. He'd been lucky, and for the most part his powers had been about getting him not to be hurt first and foremost.

But healing it was. The damage was visibly healing over, leaving fresh pink skin where teh damage was. Roa's own assistance helped it heal that much faster, and the damage was completely gone, with not even pink to show it was there at all.

"That's... fine," Angelo said in response to Roa's comment about Shay. "I'm not going to try and make you see her at all, unless you want to."

Angelo paused for a long moment, not quite sure what to say about the rest.

"And... I'm not... uh, entirely sure about the healing. Normally it's not anything more than a scuff at work, and I've been pretty lucky overall." No one had shot him, basically. "I guess a new variation of my powers?"

Angelo nodded to Roa's question, straightening up a bit and giving him what he hoped was a fatherly pat on the back. Angelo wasn't terribly good at the fatherly thing. His own father figures were pretty far from ideal, but he was trying--reading books and things, and trying to find good figures to look up to.

"If you need anything, just give me a shout, alright?" Angelo said, but assuming that Roa didn't have anything more to say, that was it - he'd head out, leaving Roa to digest it on his own time.