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Steph hasn't spent a night in 138 for a while. But when your girlfriend needs you, your girlfriend needs you. Zuko's been summarily shooed, vodka and ice-cream have been acquired, and the monster puppies are fluffy and loveable and are under strict orders to be good to Angie.

Hmm. Does she have hundreds-and-thousands anywhere? Ice-cream is always better with hundreds-and-thousands.

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After the conversation with her grandfather got nowhere, and he'd left her after telling her she'd been gone for two days, Angela wandered up to Steph's room, and knocks.

Steph answers the door with a bowl of icecream in one hand and a smear of chocolate topping on her nose.

Of course she's been taste-testing.

"Hi! I thought you might be along. C'mon in!"

Angela laughs weakly. "Hey, Steph. Been into the chocolate, I see."

She looks, understandably, a little down.

Steph eyes her carefully, and then takes her by the shoulders and steers her carefully towards the couch.

"Sit. And - here." She pushes the bowl into Angie's hands. "I'll even get you a spoon, if you're good."

Angela sinks onto the couch gratefully, holding the bowl.

"I'll be very good," she says solemnly.

Sorry, Angela's brain is mostly taken up with guilt and anger right now. It's a pretty distracting combination.

A spoon is provided and then Steph hops up on the other end of the couch, looking carefully at Angie.

"What happened?"

"Lectured me about Melou and what a bad idea it was that we were together." She sighs. "I kept my cool. I even apologized. But he didn't accept it, and now he's left the bar to go be with his girlfriend."

It's a good thing her nails are short, or she'd have small injuries from where she was clenching her hands so tightly.

"...oh." Steph twists her mouth, concerned. "That's not good. He sounds really pissed off."

"...yeah." She sighs and looks totally miserable.

"I don't know what to do."

"It'll be okay," Steph promises, looking anxious. "Eventually."

Not that she has any experience with father figures. She shifts over to hug Angie anyway. "He's probably just pissed off. And he doesn't like Melou, I guess. But he'll get over it."

"I just...I hate this. I hate when people aren't happy with me."

It's awful.

Steph nods, unhappily. "I know how you feel."

Aaaand ... she isn't sure what else to say, so she keeps hugging, and rests her head on Angie's shoulder. If she can't say things, at least she can try to show.

"It'll work out. He loves you, you know. You should've seen him when you were - when you went missing."

Angela sighs. "He must have been pretty worried, I know."

She takes a bite of ice cream and leans her head back on the couch.

"I just get tired of screwing up."

"I don't even think you screwed up," Steph says. "You just - I mean, you're a teenager. It's practically an obligation to do things that sometimes shit your parents off. Or, yeah. Grandparents. But ... oh, I don't know."

Angela sighs again. "I don't know, either. I just feel bad, is all. And I want him to be proud of me, I just don't think I live up to it."

"I think you do," Steph says vehemently. "Just doing one thing that he didn't like is no reason for you to think you're failing!"

"I just...I just think he doesn't know what it's like, for me. I just feel like I have to muddle through things on my own, you know? Make my own decisions. And maybe my decisions won't be good sometimes, but at least they're mine."

Steph nods. "Exactly."

She leans her head on Stephanie's shoulder. "I guess things will be okay but right now they just suck."

"That's where I come in," Steph says, hugging her tight. "With vodka. Things will totally be okay in the end. You just have to ride it out, I guess."

Angela hugs back, as best as she can with an ice cream bowl in one hand. "You're a good friend, Steph."

"No, you are." She grins. "Now - movies and alcoholic ice-cream?"

"Perfect," Angela says with a smile.

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