[It was a lot to ask of people, but it had gotten easier admittedly the longer he'd stayed at the Hotel with his friends and Charlie. He had just gotten fairly comfortable with it all but he was right back to square one here and it was worse now it felt like. At least back home he felt a little more, normal. Here felt weird even months later.

But they probably should talk about it, as much as he absolutely hated it sometimes it really did help to have people to connect to and doing it over booze did help. He tightens his grip around the stem of his glass with one of his sets of hands while the other waves off her words.]

Don't apologise, ya are right. It's just hard. I mean, I think you have to start simple. Ya certainly ain't gonna get someone to just dump out the hard shit straight out the gate. [A pause.] Well for most people anyway.

[He blinks for a moment and releases one of the hands that isn't currently occupied holding his drink.] It's Angel. It ain't like it's some secret. [Well, it kinda is. His real name that is, thankfully no one found that secret at the start of all this.] Nice t'meet ya Ororo.