[ He's different like this. Of course Ange's aware enough of the situation to notice that much. The way he's actually smiling, even laughing a little like that.. she doesn't really see much of that from him when she's around here all day, at best he'll give a tiny smile sometime but even that's rare.. but here he is, laughing like it's the most natural thing in the world. That's right, isn't he just as closed off as she is, because they've had a similar kind of childhood, the kind that just kills off your childishness, your outward emotions..

But what they have in common is exactly what allows them to help each other here. ]

Sounds like you're really one of a kind. [ Ange is just going along with all of it, of course. Even though she met him on that snowy day, right now here it's just.. warm, incredibly warm, a kind of warmth she hasn't felt before. ]

.. You know, I've always heard rumors that my grandfather had an Italian mistress.