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Angel is doing better.
Finally.
And because of that, Husk is happy again.
Finally.
There’s also been a change. Angel refuses to sleep unless Husk is in the same bed as him. He seems to only relax if Husk is there, sometimes reading, sometimes just sitting there.
Not that Husk minds.
Not at all.
Husk’s love language is physical touch so being able to freely cuddle with Angel Dust, someone he is hopelessly in love with, is the best thing possible.
And Husk is more than happy to just sit and relax in the general vicinity of Angel.
Today, Angel is doing a makeup look and Husk is reading on his bed.
“Purple or Blue?” Angel asks.
“Blue,” Husk answers without looking up.
“Cool.” A few minutes pass before Husk hears Angel sit down directly in front of him. Husk looks up and is temporarily robbed of breath.
He’s just so…
Heavenly.
As ironic as that is.
“So, what doya think?”
“You look…”
“Is it bad?” Angel asks, suddenly anxious.
Husk just moves forward, capturing Angel’s lips in a kiss. Angel makes a surprised noise in the back of his throat but kisses him back enthusiastically. They break apart, both breathing a little heavy.
“What was that for?” Angel asks, a smile obvious in his voice.
“Couldn’t think of what to say.” Husk shrugs.
After all, he’s not much of a poet.
“Thank you. For everything.”
“Anything for you.”