Albedo raised his head, staring at Angel. Slowly he nodded. "I do." It came out like a declaration; like a decision. Some kind of shifting within the boy that even he wasn't completely aware of yet.

Something.

He brushed his hand over the page that was open reverently. This was his. This entire affair had placed Albedo in a changed state, and he couldn't think.... The boy was content to simply sit next to Angel and enjoy his drawings. Albedo was content. That was an interesting concept. "I.... Thank you."

The phrase was widely unused but it came completely genuine and heart-felt. This... meant a lot. That was all Albedo knew.