Ah. One of those. He'd been right to come, and doubly right to bring sandwiches. And blood. He only regrets that he hadn't brought milkshakes. "Yeah, breakups are the worst. Especially with your more...unpredictable beings." Not that an ex has to be an unpredictable supernatural entity to get drunk and smash your car windows. Night Vale might be a small and tight-knit community, but sometimes that just makes the drama more virulent. Cecil's hardly a stranger. He pushes food in her direction solicitously.

"Well, I don't really know you, and of course I don't know your non-existent angel. So I don't want to presume." That cat is preposterously out of the bag long ago, but Cecil is belatedly trying to avoid seeming meddlesome. "But if you were that close and then had a falling out, taking some precaution doesn't seem like a bad idea." He hesitates, trying to be a delicate as possible, "Do you have anything of his? That would make things a lot easier."