Making Mistakes.

Sinaloa followed quietly, only a step behind Angelo. She never looked up to see where they were going, didn't want to know if people were still watching. She couldn't think of a reason why the on duty officers would care that Angelo was escorting a civilian, but after the scene she'd made out front Sinaloa expected people to be giving her sour looks. Angelo had real work to do. Time spent babysitting her was time not spent catching criminals, or something.

It didn't take much prompting for Sinaloa to plop down and settle into the middle of a couch, hugging her bag to her chest.

"No. It's been... Um. Two weeks? I think. Something like that. I gotta go back in a bit just to well, make sure I'm not gonna pull any stunts I guess."

She wouldn't look up at Angelo, keeping her eyes focused on the ground. Sinaloa just kept talking, even though the question had been answered, although this time the word vomit was understandable.

"I have a job and all that. If I didn't find something to occupy my time with I probably would have gone back, eventually. I have goldfish now." She nodded to herself, as if that was something of great importance. "When I was on the Islets, my therapist told me it would be a bad idea to try and visit you. To apologise. What I did was... stupid. 'n I should've just. Found a doctor or something. I'm sorry for wasting your time. That time, and today."

Tiny withdrew, shrinking into herself. Was there even anything left to say? She'd come and done what she intended to do. She'd said her apology and now she was struggling to come up with a reason to stay, despite having agreed to move the conversation to the back room. Sinaloa regretted leaving the house today. She continued to regret most of her life choices, but that wouldn't change anything.

"I uh. I am. Gonna keep... doing that thing. I uh. Also heard you're a dad now so that's cool I guess?"

Tiny fidgeted, shutting the power bracelet on and then off agian repeatedly. Was that a bad thing to ask? Maybe Angelo wasn't supposed to talk about it.

"I'm sorry. I.. I shouldn't be asking about that should I?"

Tiny was silent for a spell, considering Angelo's response. There was something in the way he said it, something familiar that she couldn't put her finger on. The look on his face was definitely happiness, but something else too.

"That's really good. I'd probably be stuck in some hole in a wall doing nothing without Matthew. You.. you're a really good person, Angelo. Thank you for not.. sending me away or something. I don't know what else to say."