"That wasn't yes or no."

"Because I ain't got a solid yes or no for you. He will or he won't, but either way, he's gotta live with what he choses. Just like you."

He shifted in his seat. Suddenly even the seatbelt felt too tight, too restrictive, but with it being the safety Nazi behind the wheel, he didn't dare take the thing off. Instead he fussed and shuffled, pulling the thing as far down his shoulder as Angel's narrowing eyes would allow.

"Do you think I did the right thing?" He asked. "Letting him go?"

Angel didn't answer immediately. They'd slowed into a steady steam of traffic. It...