"Yeah... we can do that."

That shy grin doesn't leave his face as they make their way back to his dome, and he only lets go of her hand to search through his dresser for a fresh t-shirt. Once she's changed he switches into something clean as well, and sets his dirty clothes on top of the dresser to deal with later. Maybe Rhys is right... maybe he should burn them. They are pretty gross.

He pulls his thoughts away from that and turns his attention back to Angel, gesturing an offer to hug her again. "How are you doing?"