"No you're not," Angelo says agreeably. Absolutely nothing has been solved by this conversation, but he's not going to draw it out, not when it's a brand new day. His mother hadn't been envisaging this when she gave him that advice, but that doesn't mean he can't take it. "I am though," he says as he scoops himself out of bed (god it's fucking cold in here) and aims for the door. "Is that cannoli still gonna be good if I eat it now? I don't wanna eat stale cannoli."