'When did humans start to separate brain and heart as if they could stay alive alone?' Angel thinks, whenever he watches you. Sometimes, you were so rational, and sometimes, you were so sentimental. 'What fun is it, to be so calculated, or be taken advantage of, 'cause your heart's too trusting,' he couldn't help but wonder what would happen to you if you used both at the same time, like a machine about to explode, or simply didn't feel anything, leaving a cold shell. He didn't know if he was in love with your way of thinking or your way of feeling. Your way of loving. The way you asked him for help every time you felt like you were forgetting your memories or you felt detached and frozen. The way you asked him to help you learn to trust more in love.

"You're complicated," Angel says, his neutral gaze, the two of you sitting on the balcony of your apartment. "I can't understand your brain or your heart..." he loved the mess you are.