In a lot of ways, Dick wish his mind would shut up about it and that he could rest. He had nothing but a world of thoughts in his head all over the place here. There were things he could never tell a single soul about, and things he didn't want to talk about, but might. At least with Angel he could talk about what they did together, kinda, maybe, to whatever point they were talking.

It felt pretty useless, and made Dick feel rather used as well. He may have had his first unusual experience due to drugs and that was that. He wasn't going to fully remember it, and all he was going to get from the other person was that they fucked. Fantastic.

Drinking the rest of his cup of coffee, Dick straightened his face so that it was rather unreadable, as he'd been taught ages ago and nodded. "Right, then. Thanks for the fuck, I guess. If I remember more, maybe I'll ask you if we enjoyed it."

Not feeling up to the herculean task of fighting the fact that there are actual implications to this, not because of what Angel said or did, but because of other factors that are completely out of his control. Dick decides that there are far more important things to worry about. This world has a lot to throw at them, and what's in the past is very much in the past. "This tea thing is a bit strange, don't you think. They've got us here with all these little cards, trying to set us up to talk to one another."