Angel puts in her headphones and tries to fall asleep, but is woken up again by Mark.
"Mark? I...I have something to tell you... I..."
"It's okay, Angel. I heard everything. You don't need to say anything."
"Mark...I'm so sorry...about everything..."
Angel hugs Mark while Mark is trying not to cry.
"I'm the one who should be sorry, Angel. Not you. I fucked up, and I know it," Mark says.
"You know damn well it's my fault, Mark," Angel says.
Mark cries onto Angel's shoulder. So much that her shoulder was soaked.
"You know I love you, Angel. I cannot even begin to imagine life without you. You're my daughter, my sensitive and sweet daughter. I can't begin to even think about you going back into the sewers. I can't take feeling that at all," Mark says between sobs. Angel squeezes tighter to Mark and she starts crying, quietly.
"Sing to me, Mark. Please."
"What song, sweetheart?"
Mark calmly sings to Angel, so soft that she eventually falls asleep.
"I never thought, I'd die a