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Mid-Season Eight, after their engagement
Angela yawned again as she entered her house late one night. The bright lights of the living room blinded her, and she blinked.
"Yo Angela," Tony said, coming to greet her with a smile far too big for this time of night. "It's great to see you at home."
"I almost didn't, you know," Angela said, ducking out of his eager embrace. His enthusiasm was too overwhelming. "I fell asleep on the train and almost missed the exit."
"I must be getting old," she said with a sigh. "Four years ago, I had twice as many clients as I do now, and I never fell asleep on the train ride home."
"You're not that old," Tony said in that voice that normally melted Angela like butter.
"I'll be forty this spring, Tony," she said, unable to look at him. Was she too old to start her life with him? She refused to admit that fear out loud.
"And that means you have plenty of life yet to live," Tony said, his arm drawing her closer to him. Despite her frustration, her body relaxed. "Besides, I remember you fell asleep even more while working with Wallace and McQuade. I think you just need to stop pushing yourself again."
Angela kissed him, loving the way he encouraged her.