With Angel eating Andrew absentmindedly did the same, munching on vegietables as he looked out the window. It was going to be a beautiful night with all the lightning those storm clouds promised. He even picked up his fork and ate the rest of his meal. He'd need strength when the hunter had regained some of hers.

When he'd finished he went to the counter and washed his plate, and fork and put them away. He'd do the same with her's eventually. And then he'd be able to talk again.