A/N: I am so, so so for not updating! Civics crushed me into the ground all week, boohoo. I'll probably only be updating on the weekends now, though. Anyway, on with the story!

It was a few weeks after Angela was released from the clinic when she noticed Gill was acting…distant. She wondered if it had to do with her, but quickly discarded that thought. When they went out on dates, he talked very little, and only picked at his food. He seemed especially sad on Tuesday, winter 15th. His feet dragged when he walked, and his head was lowered.

"Gill, what's wrong? You seem down lately…I'm worried," she told him as they sat on the bench by the lighthouse. Without a word, Gill stood up and walked away, Angela close behind him. She put a hand on his shoulder to stop him, and he turned to face her.

"It's none of your business, okay? Leave me alone." He spat, and continued to walk. She grabbed his hand, which he quickly shook off. Her gaze focused on the ground, Angela left for home, her feet scraping against the stone path. A tap on the shoulder spun her around to face the bobby-pinned chef.

"Are you alright?" He questioned, concerned. Angela hung and shook her head. "Come into the Inn and get warmed up. You must be freezing." He put a hand on her back and led her to the Ocarina Inn, her mind spinning with confusion. Angela knew she shouldn't be dependent on Gill, or become so weak without him, but she was baffled by his behavior. It just wasn't him. Before she knew it, she was inside. "Something happened with the boyfriend, right?" Chase often avoided saying his rival's name to keep his own temper intact. She meekly nodded.

"Well, we were just sitting by the lighthouse like we usually do, and I asked him why he was so down in the dumps lately, and he got up and left. He wouldn't listen to me, and shook me off when I tried to stop him…" She propped her chin up with her palms. "Maybe he finally realized that he's too good for me."

"You're crazy; he's not good enough for you!" He quickly reassured her. Angela smiled lamely at him. She let herself fall onto Chase's shoulder. He sighed, knowing that he'd never be anything beyond the shoulder to cry on to her. Still, he savored the moment that made him feel like she was his, even if it was brief. "Want me to beat him up for you?" With a quiet laugh, she shook her head.

"It's alright. I guess I'll just give him time to cool off, if that's possible. Would you happen to know why he's acting like this, though?" Chase reluctantly told her.

"Well, the most I know is that this is around the time his mother passed away ten years ago or so, so he's probably mourning or something." Angela stood up quickly and hurried out of the door.

"I have to go, Chase!" she yelled. Her feet were carrying her as fast as she possibly could until she reached Town Hall and flung open the door. "Where's…Gill?" She asked Elli between breaths. Elli shrugged.

"I haven't seen him for hours, why?" Elli replied, evoking a silent curse from Angela as she turned on her heel and headed toward the church. He had never mentioned anything surrounding his mother's death to her. Maybe he didn't trust her quite enough? She could understand, honestly; she was quite the blabbermouth. Still, Angela didn't care what Gill thought of her as she drew closer to the church grounds. Just as she expected, Gill was standing by a grave that looked recently cleaned. Hamilton? That didn't matter. She quickly ran down the stairs and embraced Gill from behind tightly. It didn't take him long for him to figure out it was Angela. He slowly turned around, revealing to her his reddened eyes. Angela reached up a hand to smooth his hair.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she asked softly, "You know I'm always here, don't you?" Gill pulled her into a tight hug and nodded as she stroked his back soothingly. "It's going to be alright; everything is going to be fine. I'm right here."

"I miss her," he mumbled into her shoulder that he rested his forehead on, "Sorry for not telling you."

"Don't worry. Let's go to my house, and I'll cook you something warm, okay? You need some time to rest. How long has it been since you slept?" Angela asked as they walked, hand in hand.

"Two days…" He replied guiltily. Angela shook her head in disappointment. They had entered her house and she reached into her freezer.

"What, did you think I'd actually cook something? I'd probably poison you if I did," she explained with a laugh. "Just lie down on the couch and rest and I'll warm it up later." Gill, who didn't like being looked after, lied down and quickly fell asleep. If he had to be ordered around by anyone, it would have to be her. Angela threw a blanket over him and tucked him in. With her mind at ease, she tucked herself into her bed and knocked out as quickly as Gill had.