[Prior's confidence picks up again with Nash's palm against his, even if he doesn't quite know Nash yet. Or, he does, but he'd struggle to pin down a name for him. The who he should be and who he is are stretching apart but haven't separated, yet.]

I know most people heading to the park this time of night make right for the ramble. And we can go there after if you want, but first I want you to meet my angel.