[After a few more sips, Angela realizes that he doesn't actually return to the living room and goes on a search for him. He's not in the bathroom and the second bedroom that doubles as her art studio has the door shut, so there's only one other place he can be in the small apartment and that's where Angela heads, bottle still in hand, stopping to lean against the doorjamb with nothing but a smile.]
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That's my bed, you know.