“Well… I did it. I talked to him, we spoke about the situation and… I don’t feel like anything was accomplished after thinking about it for a while. Let me quickly go over the conversation…

“This afternoon, when he finally woke up, I went up to him and asked him how long he wanted to stay for. Unlike last time where he seemed optimistic and joyful about getting back to work, this time he seemed much more… complacent. In fact, his answer seemed to dodge the question, as he only responded with, ‘Don’t worry about it, Sis.’ which, like I said, didn’t exactly address my question. The conversation stopped there as he went over to the kitchen and sat back on the couch; seems he was more concerned about getting food than discussing the topic with me. I can tell by his walk that he’s still kind of sore, so maybe I’m just overreacting. I’m unsure…

“Angel just held up a picture of Rarity. Maybe he’s right. I should talk to her about this to get her advice. She’ll know what to do… I hope she isn’t disappointed that I’m asking her about this again…”