Andrew enjoyed warm water for the first time in ages. Warm water to wash with. Then he lay in his bed thinking happily that Angel was here, would be here when he woke up. He slept very well, exhausted with all that had happened recently.

Hours later, when Andrew finally woke up the sun was getting low on the sky and his stomach grumbled. Andrew put on socks and enjoyed the knowledge that it was too keep his human feet warm on cold stone, not because he had to make sure his foot didn't bump angel's under the table.

He emerged from his room whistling a tune and looking around for Angel as he made his way to the kitchen.