[ There's barely the consideration to stop his whining before he realizes Angel isn't responding. Not with words that he can hear and use, at least, which only makes him panic and reach out for her with a stronger grip. Her decision to ease herself away from their connection is sound. Eventually, when he pauses to think about what he's being shown, Petre puts on his shoes and heads out, quickly rushing down the hallways to knock on her door. ]
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Angel? It's me. Let me in, please?