Angelo does not smile. He certainly doesn't look sad though. He maintains a perfectly even composure as he stands up. "Yes sir. Mother, I will meet you in the kitchen."
He turns, allowing himself the tiniest of smirks once his back is turned, as he heads to the washroom.
Yes his father the telepath would probably be able to sense it anyway, but the principle of the thing is that he kept it private.
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