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The guys? Who were the guys? Tybalt cocked his head to the side slightly, a mild look of confusion on his brow before it pressed itself out and he was back to his borderline cranky face.

Tybalt followed him up quietly and took a glance around the room. Kind of barren, kind of small but rather... personal? It felt personal, at least. He even had a little framed photo of what he could only guess were himself and his family (which family, though?) on the nightstand. Tybalt didn't have anything like that. Then again, he didn't have a family and he never took photos with his lovers in the past.

He painted them. Photos made it feel a little too real.

There was that little cage sitting off to the side, too. Did he have pets? Rats, mice, hamsters, a rabbit? Angelo seemed like the rabbit sort of guy. "It's cozy." He muttered, glancing around one last time before his expression set into seriousness and he looked back over at Angelo.

"I feel that you've been avoiding me." Better get right to the point.

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When the chair was offered, Tybalt went over and plopped himself down on it. He figured looming over Angelo between him and the door wasn't a good idea, anyways. They were dancing around each other at the moment, trying not to step on any toes and yet it felt so odd, like they really shouldn't have been. Just a few months ago Tybalt really wouldn't have given a shit. This was a new development.

"I've just been a little worried about you." A pause, then a small smile. "Giving me space is out of character of you."

But he understood.

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Angelo was being so terribly awkward about it, fumbling around his words like he'd never seen him before. It was endearing in a certain way, though Tybalt had to remember that it was all because of something terrible. It sort of explained everything to him more or less, why his soul was so black when it should have been pure and untarnished. And it was dropped on accident, too.

Tybalt nodded a little, though he didn't really move from his chair. "While I don't really like what you've done... I'm glad you're trying to fix it. And I'm sorry I said some less than kind things the last time." A lot less than kind, perhaps downright cruel. So much for being an angel; no wonder he was down on earth.

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To Tybalt, no matter where they were, it was still sort of a big deal for him. No matter, he let this one slide for the time being. Maybe sometime in the future, when they were a bit more comfortable, it would be worth bringing up again. For now, definitely not, especially when they were so precarious with each other.

Forget about it for now. Tybalt gave a small nod before glancing over at the cage when Angelo gestured to it. "No... I didn't know you had a pet." Tybalt wasn't exactly into animals; they died faster than people, and he already thought people were short lived.

And if nothing else, Tybalt was more of a cat person, anyways. He had some sort of nickname a long time ago... Prince of Cats? Something like that.

He walked over to the cage and peered down into it. "What've you got?"

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A... hedgehog. How cute. For some reason it seemed to fit; maybe it was Angelo's wild hair and the hedgehog's wild spikes. Either way, he found it quite adorable that a big guy and a cop would own something so small and downright harmless. Mostly, at least.

"He's cute." He leaned down so he was eye level with the small animal. There was just something about the long nose and the wrinkly face that did it. Too bad they didn't live very long. "Well, if you're having trouble with names, I've got a laundry list of Shakespearean ones. He looks like a Hamlet, doesn't he?"

"Gotta admit, you never struck me as the sort who'd take in small animals."