Before I start I have to disclaim. The song Angel sings is a part of Kate Bush's "the man with the child in his eyes" I thought it fit nicely. Her voice is also the way I imagine Angel's voice sounds. Oh yeah and Stan belongs to Luc Besson. (Lucky him)

Movement 4

The first thing Angel noticed when she woke up was the unfamiliar body next to hers curled as close as he could get. She turned over and saw Norman lying next to her. The child she had seen in his smile was even more evident now in sleep. She stroked his cheek. He sat up alert instantly.

"Norman" she said. "It's only me"

He relaxed visibly and pulled her close into the circle of his arms.

"Good morning, Angel. I'm sorry about last night" he bent down and kissed her. For the first time in a very long while she felt the flicker of sexual need, side by side with a different kind. She could see now, indeed last night had proven, that this man needed her. It had also proved she needed him. Maybe right now all she wanted from him was that need but that would change.

"Norman' she said and he turned her head

"Angel?"

"What do you think about death?"

"Mmmm…" he considered this, long fingers laced together. Even though they were both clothed there seemed something wonderfully intimate about the way they were lying together.

"I've never had anyone close to me die it seems it is only a part of life. But I suppose were I a grieving mother I would not feel that way. Grief can do terrible things to people."

"But-you-last night-"

He smiled. "I'm truly sorry about that. To be honest the doctors aren't sure what's wrong with me. They think most of it comes from my mother." he smiled again. Oh it was too late to get out of this. She loved that smile too much. "Anyway I have very vivid dreams and sometimes violent episodes. Sometimes the episodes are hallucinatory sometimes not. Usually I keep them at bay with one of these guys'

He drew a small brown pill box from his jean pocket and shook it. It rattled. He measured with forefinger and thumb "about this big. Yellow and green" they "stabilize the synapses or something. I don't actually know how they work; all I know is that they do"

"Anyway I guess I was having such a good time with you last night that I forgot to take one. So again I apologize.

"You don't need to say sorry anymore" she laughed.

He rose and walked toward the door. "Hungry?"

"Unhuh" Angel was watching the way his body moved as though the DJ in his head were playing a dance tune. It made her smile. Norman certainly gave the phase "dancing to your own beat" new meaning.

"What?" he asked.

'The way you move" she explained.

He looked down at his own feet as though they might bite him "oh"

She laughed and he stretched out his hand for her.

"Come on, breakfast"

Angel was surprised enough to get up "you cook?"

"Yes, eggs. Eggs are good"

She played along. "And toast?"

"Bingo. I beat it into submission. No actually I cook quite a lot I have to, I live alone"

"Uhh…" live with me she paused. No too soon.

He had heard her and turned.'

"Yes?"

"You don't even realize you're doing that most of the time do you?" Angel finished lamely.

"No. My mind hears my feet follow" Norman was in the kitchen now. Angel liked that he knew he was free to poke around

"How long are you going to let me nose around before you tell me were your frying pan is"

She pointed grinning inwardly. "There"

"Aha. Gotcha" Norman banged the frying pan on the stove, and then found the eggs without much difficulty.

Angel perched on a stool watching him

"You want scrambled?"

"Sure"

"Good because that's the only kind I can make. Shh don't tell" he grinned.

While they were eating she said "what happened to your mother?"

He stiffened.

"Sorry do you not-

"no it's alright. Wait" he stood walking into the living room and she heard the sounds of the Pastoral float in. he reappeared, eyes closed. It felt like someone praying so she kept quiet.

Quite suddenly Norman's eyes opened. "You have a piano"

"yes." she waited.

"Sorry I'm calm now. My mother - a shudder ran though him and he moved closer to the music, a child on its first day at school inching back to Mother. Angel gazed, mesmerized. After a minute, he stopped.

"My mother was cruel. She wanted me to be a concert pianist, and well, she did appalling things to me. She- he took a deep breath-"well maybe I should show you'

Norman unbuttoned and removed his shirt. Fastidiously, he folded it. Then he turned his back.

Angel bit back a gasp just in time. His back was so scarred that it looked as though a dozen thick white snakes had crept up his back and, liking it, stayed.

"oh Norman'

She inched closer, reaching out to touch his back the scars were old but the hands that made them must have been evil indeed. Angel smoothed her fingers over the scars caressing now.

He moaned leaning into her hand. The sound wasn't carnal, it was simply the instinctive reaction to comfort, a pain shared.

A song she had been learning came into her head. She led him gently over to the piano and began singing softly:

"Ohh, he's here again the man with the child in his eyes'

She pushed the melody with her voice heard him pick it up start to play.

"he's very understanding and he's so aware of all my situations

When I stay up late he's always waiting but I feel him hesitate

Oh I'm so worried 'bout my love they say no no it won't last forever.

And here I am again my girl wondering what on earth I'm doing' here maybe he doesn't love me I just took a trip on my love for him.

Ohhh he's here again the man with the child in his eyes…"

Angel let the last note drift watching him, fully immersed in the piano the way his fingers moved across the keys, stroking a lover, shaking hands with an old friend. He wasn't just playing the music was a part of him. He was asking it for something pleading with the notes and her old piano answered. She stood in awe listening to him play 3 variations on the melody switching octaves effortlessly.

"oh wow" Angel whispered and her words broke the spell. Norman looked up.

"Norman do you have any idea how talented you are?'

He ceased playing and placed his hands on both sides of the piano.

"Really?"

"You have no clue? Jez, Norman the people I work with would sell their souls for a talent like yours

'I hope not" he said, all innocence. They most likely would have gone on like this if he hadn't glanced down at his watch. "Oh is that the time? Sorry Angel I have to go. Benny found a meth house and we're set to bust it at noon"

Angel looked. 11am how had it gotten so late?

"Alright" she saw him to the door.

He bent down and kissed her one more time. "I'll see you tonight.

"Sure. Dinner"

"Thai" he said over his shoulder.

He heard her laughter all the way down the street.