Cordelia, for once in her life, is quiet when he places her hand on his chest -- not just because of the action itself but because of what she feels there. His heartbeat. That one he shouldn't have. But he's also not on flames. Which means one thing and one thing only --

Somehow, he's human.

She remembers the story Doyle had told her once, about how he had been human for a day with Buffy, and then reverted time to take it back. Did he run into one of those demons again? That seems unlikely, somehow.

"How is this possible?"

She can't help the small smile that tugs at her lips at it. Whatever happened -- well if there's anyone eho's earned it, it's Angel. He's fought harder than anyone she knows, he deserves a break, a second chance -- assuming that's what he wants.