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Husk had been doomed from the moment Angel had walked into his bar.
With that annoyingly charming smile and those beautiful mismatched eyes, Angel held a certain charm. He’d caught Husk’s eye when he first walked in, though that was more due to the bright and noticeably revealing clothing he’d been wearing at the time.
Angel had looked over at the bar, spotting Husk, and they made eye contact for a moment before Husk went back to cleaning the glass in his hands. Of course, he wasn’t able to escape that easily. Angel beelined it to the bar, taking a seat close to Husk.
As much as he wished for it, Husk didn’t have the luxury of being left alone. As soon as the attractive man he was very aware of opened his mouth, Husk wished he’d never walked in
And all he’d said was “Hey.”
Of course, it was the way he said it, with that obviously flirty tone. Husk rolled his eyes.
“Go fuck yourself.” He replied, almost on reflex. A part of him regretted it, the guy had barely said anything to him, but another part of him didn’t care. And then Angel’s response to it definitely made a lot more of him not care.
“Only if you watch me.”
This fucking asshole.
Husk sighed, cursing out whatever higher power decided to let this guy come in, and he did his best to tune him out, going back to cleaning the glass yet again.
Angel tried to strike up conversation a few more times, before he got the memo and shut up.
Of course, he was soon distracted by another guy who sat next to him and started flirting. Husk just sighed and tried to tune it out. Of course he couldn’t.
It wasn’t until the guy asked him for a drink that Husk even visibly paid attention. He made whatever overly sweet drink the guy ordered. He had a feeling it was for the younger man next to him that Husk was still all too aware of.
He’d been right, no surprise there. The guy had taken the drink for a moment, and Husk saw his hand move a bit weirdly for a second there, hovering over the top, which was odd. Suspicious. Then he’d handed it to Angel.
Angel took a few light sips from the drink, seemingly weary. Husk couldn’t help but notice what looked like fizzing around the bottom of the glass. He knew the drink didn’t normally do that.
The guy put something in his drink. No doubt about it.
Husk made sure to pay a bit more attention.
Said guy seemed to be encouraging Angel to drink more, and Angel, while seeming to be going with it and flirting back with the same fire he’d had before, was a bit more… wound up, or weary, or reserved, or something. Husk didn’t know the guy, so he couldn’t exactly pinpoint it directly, but he’d seen stuff like this happen enough at his bar that he could recognize the basics.
It was reaching a point where the guy was getting annoying, and the fizzing in the drink had stopped - which was almost more concerning, and Husk’s patience had reached its limit.
“Okay, fuck off.” He said to the guy, “I saw you slip something in his drink, you’re not subtle.”
The guy’s face screwed up in frustration for a moment, he was obviously not pleased.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” He feigned innocence. Badly.
“I saw you put something in his drink, like I said.” Husk replied, “Besides, you keep telling him to finish it, which is enough that even if I hadn’t seen it, I’d be suspicious.”
He received a glare, “Mind your damn business, why do you care?”
Husk glared right back. “This is my bar, I don’t exactly wanna see this shit happen.” He said.
It wasn’t a good excuse, but he wasn’t about to admit he actually cared about peoples’ wellbeing or something. Especially not a stranger’s. That was weird.
“Ugh.” The guy groaned, before turning to Angel, going back to flirting, “C’mon, let’s get out of here.”
Was this guy serious?
Angel had raised an eyebrow, before shaking his head, “Nah. I like it here.”
The guy got huffy, Angel told him to fuck off, Husk backed him up, and the guy finally left them alone.
Angel stayed that night for maybe another hour, sparing glances at Husk as he pretended he didn’t notice. When he finally left, he left Husk a big tip, giving a quick thanks for calling the guy out. Husk had just shrugged it off, but he had a hunch that Angel knew better.
And then Angel came back. And again, he tried to get Husk to talk to him.
It wasn’t until the third or fourth time he came to the bar that Husk really acknowledged him, but that was enough for Angel.
When he wasn’t trying to flirt, Husk had to admit that Angel could be decent company. Not that he’d say it out loud.
-
It had been a few months. Angel was a regular at the bar by now. He showed up every week, usually Thursdays. He said he had work on Fridays and Saturdays, otherwise he’d show up then, but Husk didn’t mind. Thursday was a less busy day anyways. He could focus more on their conversations.
Like now.
“The guy didn’t even tip me well, which was fucking bullshit. I went above and beyond.” Angel said, leaning his face on his hand with a sigh, “I guess that’s what I get for just assuming the guy has money.”
“I mean, to be fair, he probably did.” Husk replied, working on someone’s drink.
Angel sighed again, slipping his head from his hand and onto the bar dramatically, “Then he shoulda’ fucking showed it.”
Their conversations were usually just exchanging stories about work, weird customers and asshole coworkers. Of course, that wasn’t all they were.
Later on that night, people started to leave, Husk himself was tired, he was eager to close the bar down, but Angel seemed to be going strong.
When they were the only ones left, Husk wondered if Angel even noticed.
“It’s getting late.” He said, “You got anywhere to be in the morning?”
Angel chuckled, his grip on the glass in his hand tightening. “What, you trying to get rid a’ me?”
“No. It’s just late.” Husk replied.
He noticed Angel’s smile falter, and when he looked at his hand that didn’t hold the glass, he noticed how shaky it had gotten.
Husk leaned on the bar, placing a hand over Angel’s hand that was gripping the glass. Angel looked up at him, and Husk could see how vulnerable he was in that moment.
“You okay?” He asked.
Angel’s gaze flickered down to their hands, and he slowly let go of the glass, before properly taking Husk’s hand. Husk tried not to wince at how tight Angel’s grip was.
“I just…” He cleared his throat, “I had a bad day at work, and I don’t wanna go back.”
“You wanna talk about it?”
Angel chuckled, though there wasn’t much humor behind it. “Nah, it’s just the usual shit. The boss being a dick, asshole customers, y’know.”
“You’ve dealt with that before, it looks like this was worse than the usual.” Husk replied, squeezing Angel’s hand, “If you don’t want to talk about it, I get it.”
Angel took a deep breath, and Husk saw tears in his eyes. One fell from his face, and Husk raised his other hand to wipe it away. Angel flinched for a moment, before he relaxed, realizing what Husk was doing.
That was weird.
When he moved his hand back, Husk felt something on his thumb. It felt kind of liquidy. He wasn’t sure how to properly describe it. Looking at it, he saw that spot on his thumb was a darker shade than it had been before.
It was the same shade as Angel’s face.
It was makeup.
He looked back up at Angel, seeing where he’d accidentally wiped the makeup away. It looked darker, almost bruised.
Husk’s expression darkened, and Angel kept his gaze down, staring at the bar, knowing that Husk had seen.
“What happened?”
Angel took a shaky breath. “I fucked up my performance. Boss taught me a lesson.”
Husk tried not to react too angrily, not wanting to freak Angel out.
“You’re not a kid. You shouldn’t be punished for messing up.” Husk eventually said.
“Mista’ Val would disagree with you.”
Husk sharply inhaled through his nose, “I assume it wouldn’t be as easy as just quitting.”
“God, I wish it was that easy.” Angel laughed, “If I could, I’d have left years ago!”
He looked down again, running a finger through the water on the bar left over from condensation from his glass.
“But I’m fuckin’ stuck here.”
Husk just squeezed his hand again, offering silent comfort.
Eventually the silence became a bit too much, and the conversation changed to something a bit more lighthearted, though Angel did leave not too much later.
Husk couldn’t help but feel worried. But he let him go anyway, it wasn’t like there was much he could do.
By now they had a sort of companionship. Even Husk couldn’t deny that they were friends, as much as he’d “hate” to admit it.
-
Angel hadn’t shown up.
It was almost midnight, and Angel still was MIA.
Of course, this wasn’t the first time Angel hadn’t made it, but other times he’d usually text Husk to tell him.
Yes, he had Angel’s number. Don’t read into it.
Normally, Husk would keep the bar open for a few more hours, but nobody was there anymore tonight, and Angel wasn’t there, so there was no use in staying open. So he began to shut down.
As he was finishing up, getting his bag and his keys from the back room to lock the place up, he received a text. Not many people texted him, so he could figure out who it was.
Opening the message, he was indeed right.
It was Angel.
The message was a picture of Angel. Husk couldn’t figure out where he was from the background, but it was obvious that Angel didn’t want to be there. To a stranger, it might not have been obvious, but Husk knew the guy. He knew the tells.
Angel smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes, and even just looking at him it was obvious he was tired. He didn’t have a shirt on, and there seemed to be a pink light or something out of the frame, as Angel was enveloped in the color.
He was at a club, probably.
Angel was making a peace sign in the photo. Husk’s blood ran cold when he saw it.
To any normal person, that gesture meant nothing. But to Husk, it meant something was wrong.
When their friendship had taken a turn into more personal territory, they’d established a code. So that things like that first time Angel had gone to the bar wouldn’t happen again. A quick gesture Angel could give Husk to tell him to help get him away from whoever he was with.
And that gesture was a peace sign.
Immediately Husk knew something was wrong.
There was a message attached to the image, which read, sorry I couldn’t show up, got called in for work.
Husk typed out a reply.
Where are you?
To anyone else, it wouldn’t make much sense. But between the peace sign, and Angel’s tired expression, and the message, Husk couldn’t help but think that this might’ve been Angel asking for help.
He grabbed his keys, and finished locking up the bar as he waited for a response, and as he got in his car and started the ignition, he finally got one. It was an address, one Husk wasn’t familiar with. He put it into his phone’s GPS, and started driving.
As he got closer, he couldn’t help but find the area... concerning. He’d been there maybe once, passing through. He knew about the businesses that ran along this street. He knew who basically owned the place. Though Husk didn’t know him personally, he doubted anyone was unfamiliar with him.
Not like he wanted to be.
He couldn’t help but feel on edge knowing that Angel apparently worked in this area. He didn’t know why he was surprised though, he knew enough about Angel’s job that it made sense that he’d work here.
He checked his phone as he neared the place, where he saw another text from Angel: go to the back, ill meet ya there.
So he did. Husk drove to the back, and parked the car against the curb, the passenger side being closer to the building. He waited for a few minutes, and when he was about to text Angel asking where he was, a window opened.
Said window was obviously on the second floor, which was the first concerning thing. Then, he saw Angel, climbing out, the second concerning thing. Then, Angel let himself fall from the window, on to a bush, the third concerning thing.
Angel got up and brushed himself off, seemingly unaffected. Husk guessed the worst thing he’d have was a few scratches. It wasn’t like it’d be hard, looking at Angel’s apparel. He had on nothing but short, skintight, pink shorts, and black thigh high boots. Husk had seen the boots before, Angel wore those pretty often, but he’d never seen the shorts.
Angel spotted the car, and his expression visibly brightened. Husk couldn’t help but feel a bit happy.
No, squash that feeling. Shove it in the back of your mind and deal with it never.
Angel started to walk towards the car, rushing to get there, when the actual back door opened.
Out stepped a man, one that Husk immediately recognized.
He was on the taller side, taller than Angel, which was a feat in itself, and he wore a red jacket with fur lining it. Said fur had heart designs on it, and he wore a pair of heart sunglasses to go with it.
Kinda tacky, in Husk’s opinion.
The man, Valentino, walked over to Angel angrily, and even though Angel tried to rush away, he seemed just as quick, grabbing the younger man’s wrist and pulling him towards him.
Angel struggled to get away, almost flailing, as he tried to push and pull, anything to loosen his grip. Struggling wasn’t getting him anywhere.
He tried to push Valentino to the ground, and pull away then, but Val just flipped them over, continuing to try to hold Angel down. He struggled more.
Valentino’s grasp on one of Angel’s hands slipped, and Angel pulled it free, immediately trying to push Valentino away. His chest, his face, anything he could to get him away.
And that’s where he fucked up.
He swiped at Val’s face, and knocked off his sunglasses in the process.
The air was tense, it felt like time froze for a moment, you could hear a pin drop.
Valentino’s expression morphed from anger to pure rage, and Angel nearly feared for his life. He struggled more, managing to flip Val over again. He kicked him where it hurt, getting his other hand free, and he stood up, nearly rushing to get away.
But before he could, a hand wrapped around his ankle, and pulled him back down and towards the man on the ground.
Angel was pulled back underneath Valentino, and Husk couldn’t hear, but he knew Valentino was saying something. Angel seemed terrified. He was nearly frozen in place, and when Valentino slapped Angel on the face, Husk had to resist the urge to get out of the car and attempt to beat his ass.
It seemed like Angel was pleading with him. Again, Husk couldn’t hear it, but he could tell. It was obvious Valentino wasn’t convinced.
Angel unfroze when Valentino grabbed his arms, hoisting him up. He began to struggle again, and Husk could hear him repeatedly shouting “No!”
Somehow, Angel managed to push against Valentino’s chest hard enough to get away from him, likely adrenaline or something, and suddenly Angel was pointing a handgun at him.
He hadn’t had that before.
Valentino said something, Angel replied, and both continued to stand there. Angel’s chest was heaving, and Husk could see the attempt at an intimidating expression on the younger man’s face. It wasn’t very convincing, though, seeing as he was practically shaking.
Valentino said another thing, taking a step forward. Angel took a step back, replying, again.
And then Valentino rushed forward, Angel taking quick steps back, only for the sound of a gunshot to go off. Valentino froze, and Husk saw a white undershirt that had been revealed in his scuffle with Angel start to stain red, with blood.
It seemed to go in slow motion, as Valentino fell to the ground.
Husk looked at Angel, who stared with wide eyes, obviously in shock. He looked down at the gun, as if he was suddenly aware of what it really was, before fiddling with it for a moment. Husk couldn’t see it from the distance.
And then Angel walked over to Valentino, placing the gun in his hand. Or, more like wrapping the almost limp hand around the gun.
What was he doing? Husk didn’t think he knew.
Angel turned around, heading to the car on shaky legs. Husk made sure it was unlocked.
And then a gunshot rang out.
Angel looked behind him, startled. Valentino glared at him from where he laid, the gun pointed in Angel’s general direction.
He rushed to the car after that, afraid of what could happen. He got to the door, starting to open it, when another gunshot rang out.
Both Husk and Angel froze, as Angel cried out in pain.
Husk rushed to get to the passenger door, opening it. He saw Angel there, about to fall over. He grabbed Angel’s shoulders, pulling him into the car. Angel got in the rest of the way, seeming aware enough to do that, and Husk slammed the door closed, before rushing out of there.
About a minute later, when they were finally a street or two away, Husk pulled over, immediately taking off his jacket, and turning to Angel to see what the fuck just happened.
Angel got the memo, pointing to his leg, where Husk now saw a bleeding wound. He tied his jacket around it, hoping to stop the bleeding at least temporarily.
“What were you thinking?!” He yelled.
Angel flinched back, almost completely against the door.
Husk’s expression softened, and he rested a hand on the center console. An offer of comfort, if Angel wanted it.
“Sorry.” He said.
He began to drive again, heading for a much more familiar part of town.
“Where are we going?” Angel asked, nearly a whisper. If things weren’t so quiet, Husk likely wouldn’t have heard him.
“I’m taking you to my place. I’ve got a first aid kit and I know a thing or two about how to clean up injuries.”
Angel nodded, and Husk knew that he was definitely not okay. Normally he would’ve made an innuendo of some sort.
Things were quiet again, and Angel took a deep breath, getting his bearings. He looked over at Husk’s hand, still there on the center console. He took it, nearly gripping it like a lifeline.
Now that the shock and adrenaline were wearing off, Angel could feel the pain starting to really set in and wow, that really hurt. As it started getting stronger, he almost felt weaker too, likely also from the adrenaline wearing off.
They finally arrived at the apartment, and Husk stepped out of the car. Angel mentally prepared himself to stand up, but as he was about to open the door, Husk opened it for him.
Angel turned to Husk, surprised, when suddenly he was being picked up, bridal style.
Oh.
Angel didn’t know Husk was strong enough to do that.
Husk managed to walk up a flight of stairs, still carrying Angel. He normally would’ve tried not to focus on that, to avoid getting flustered (because ew, feelings). But right now he was trying to not focus on the fact that he’d just gotten shot, so he didn’t mind getting flustered being his distraction.
It wasn’t until Husk got to the door that he hesitated, and Angel realized it’d be hard for him to open the door while carrying him.
“You can put me down, y’know.” He mumbled.
Husk shook his head, trying not to freak out about how Angel sounded like he was about to pass out at any moment. “Nah. You just got shot in the leg, I’m not making you stand on it.”
He adjusted his hold on Angel, taking his keys out of his pocket. It took him a few moments, but he managed to unlock and open the door.
Angel didn’t get much of a look around Husk’s apartment as he was carried inside, a bit too preoccupied with the pain he was feeling. Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow...
Husk walked over to the sofa in his living room, putting Angel down on it. He saw Angel grimace.
“Thanks.” The younger man said weakly.
“Don’t thank me yet.” Husk replied, before walking out of the room, through the door that led to his bedroom
For a moment, Angel wanted to reach out to him, to ask him to stay, but he got a grip of himself. Husk was probably going to get that first aid kit he’d mentioned.
Husk was indeed going to get his first aid kit. He rummaged around in his room, trying to find it.
It turned out to be haphazardly shoved under his bed. He guessed the last time he’d used it was likely to find some painkillers. It had probably been that one time he’d run out of what he usually used to help with a hangover. He barely remembered, it had been a little while ago.
He grabbed the entire kit, not sure what he’d need. When he stepped back outside of the room, Angel’s eyes were closed, and his breathing was steadier.
He was passed out.
Husk immediately panicked, rushing over to Angel and quickly untying his jacket from the wound, only to see that not much more blood had been lost.
Okay. Okay. So maybe he was just passed out from the pain. That was something that happened, right? If he thought about it hard enough, Husk had definitely passed out from pain before. Right? Right. Okay. So Angel wasn’t possibly dying from blood loss.
Okay.
He could do this.
-
When Angel opened his eyes, the first thing he was aware of was Husk, who seemed to be wrapping up his leg.
“Husk?” He asked, his voice sounding groggy.
Husk looked up at him, his face lighting up as soon as they made eye contact, though he immediately tried to cover it up.
“Yeah?” He replied. Not even an idiot would be unable to hear the relief in his voice.
Angel smiled weakly. “Hey.”
“Hey.” Husk echoed back, turning back to Angel’s leg as he finished bandaging it.
Angel started to wake up a bit more, becoming more aware of his surroundings.
“How long was I out?”
Husk patted down the bandages, seeming to be making sure they were secure, before he sighed, turning to Angel.
“I’d have to guess maybe half an hour.”
Angel nodded, “Well, at least I didn’t have to be awake to see whatever you did.”
“I actually didn’t have to do much,” Husk shuffled over, closer to his face, “You’re lucky that the bullet just grazed your leg. I did have to give you a few stitches, but that was about all.”
“Eh, better than I’ve dealt with before.”
“What, ya’ been shot before?”
“Yeah, actually.”
“Oh.”
They sat in silence for a few seconds, before Angel shrugged, trying to sit up, “It’s been a while, though. I definitely don’t miss the feeling.”
“That makes sense.” Husk replied, attempting to help Angel sit up, taking a hold of his shoulders.
They sat like that for a bit, just looking at each other.
Husk’s eyes were a light shade of brown. It was a detail Angel hadn’t noticed before. He wondered if they changed to a honey color in the light. Whether or not they did, they were beautiful.
Angel leaned forward, connecting their lips.
Husk startled for a second, before he relaxed, closing his eyes. Of course, Angel, realizing what he’d just done, pulled away before Husk could return the kiss, looking panicked.
He couldn’t believe he just did that.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry I should’ve asked first, I-”
Husk pulled Angel back to him, kissing him once again. This time it was Angel’s turn to freeze, before he sighed, and began to kiss back. Their lips were unfamiliar territory, but quickly they got the hang of it.
That kiss only lasted a few seconds longer, before the two pulled away, their faces were still close together.
“Thanks.” Angel said.
“Huh?” Was all Husk replied with.
Angel chuckled, “Thanks for making sure I didn’t bleed to death.”
“Oh, yeah. Um, no prob.” Husk said, pulling away.
Angel frowned as he watched Husk walk away, worried he’d just fucked up. Those worries were put to rest when he heard the sound of a fridge opening and clinking glasses, and Husk came back to the living room with a glass of water and a plate.
He handed Angel the plate first, which had a cookie on it. Angel raised an eyebrow.
“I’m pretty sure when you lose blood you’re supposed to have something sugary. I don’t know how much blood you lost but better safe than sorry.” Husk explained.
Angel shrugged, taking a bite of the cookie. It was good, if a bit stale. Then again, a lot of sweets were good in Angel’s opinion. Could you blame him? It was no secret that he had a sweet tooth. He took another bite, and then another, and the next thing he knew he’d eaten the majority of the cookie.
After taking the last bite, Angel nodded. “Yeah, that makes sense.”
Husk handed him the water, and Angel took a sip from the glass, before gulping down the rest of it as he realized how thirsty he was.
He wiped at his mouth as Husk took the glass and plate from him, walking back down the hall that led to the kitchen before returning.
Angel tried to change his seating position again, and Husk immediately rushed to try to help, only for Angel to stop him.
“I can do this myself, babe, I’m not helpless.”
Husk frowned, but nodded. He stood up properly again, about to walk away, when Angel patted the spot next to where he sat. Husk seemed to contemplate for a moment, before he gave in, sitting next to Angel.
“There anything good on that TV?” Angel asked.
Husk made a noncommittal hum, “If you look enough you’ll probably find a shitty reality show or something.”
Angel grinned, leaning forward to grab the remote from the small table in front of the couch, only for Husk to get it for him. He received an exasperated look for it, but then Angel turned back to the TV, turning it on and flipping through channels for probably five minutes straight.
Eventually, he settled on a channel that was showing a reality TV show, and he seemed to be watching it with interest.
Husk didn’t give a shit about the show, but Angel was entertained, so he supposed that meant something.
Angel leaned on Husk’s shoulder, and Husk could feel him fidgeting with his hand. He didn’t comment. He pretended that he wasn’t still thinking about how Angel had just kissed him minutes before.
Every now and then, Angel would laugh, or comment on the show. It was almost always exasperated, which made sense, the people in this show were incredibly dumb.
The episode ended and a commercial break started when Husk realized how late it probably was.
He heard Angel yawn next to him, and knew he wasn’t the only one.
“What time is it?” Angel asked.
Husk took his phone out of his pocket. It was around half past 1 in the morning.
“1:30.” He said.
“I’m guessing it’s bedtime, then?” Angel asked.
Husk shrugged, starting to get up.
As he walked down the hall, opening a closet to get out a blanket, Angel heard him speak.
“You can sleep in my bed, I’ll sleep on the couch.” Husk said.
Angel scoffed, “Why not share it with me, Husky?”
Husk didn’t reply, and Angel chuckled, “What, do I have cooties?”
Like hell he had cooties. Angel knew Husk didn’t think so, Husk had fucking kissed him back.
He’d actually been a pretty good kisser, too. Angel wondered if they could do it again sometime.
“No.” Angel heard Husk sigh, “I just figured you’d be more comfortable alone.”
“Eh, I don’t really care. Besides, I’ve always wondered what you’re like in bed.” Angel said, his voice dipping into a purr at the end.
“It’s not fucking like that!” Husk exclaimed, and Angel started laughing, “You say shit like that and I’ll just let ya’ sleep on the fucking couch!”
“I’m just pulling ya’ leg, Husky, calm down.” Angel said, wiping a fake tear from his eye.
He heard Husk grumbling.
“Look, if it really is that big of a deal, I’ll just go with your original sleeping plan.” Angel said.
“But I can’t help but wonder if you’re a good cuddle buddy.”
“That’s fucking stupid.” He heard Husk mumble.
“Or like, what if I wake up and something’s wrong with my leg? Will I be able to walk over to the door to get you from the living room?” It was a weak excuse and he knew it, but now Angel was dead set on sharing that damned bed with Husk.
He heard Husk sigh, before hearing the door to the closet in the hall close. Husk walked to the end of the hall, crossing his arms when he got to the end of it, and back in Angel’s vision. Angel just gave him a flirty smile.
Husk scoffed and walked over to him, bending down to be eye level with Angel again. Angel was about to say something snarky when Husk lifted him in his arms again, his initial statement cutting off into a squeak.
He was carried into the other room, and Angel couldn’t help but find it amusing that normally when he was being carried into a bedroom, it was to do anything but sleep.
How funny that the one guy he actually had an interest in sleeping with for free wanted to do nothing more than actually sleep.
It was kind of nice, though. Husk didn’t spend time with him to try to get into his pants. It was a refreshing change from all the schmucks at work.
Husk put Angel down on to the bed, and Angel made himself comfortable, slipping underneath the blankets, while Husk grabbed something from what looked like a dresser and walked into a room off to the side, the bathroom.
A few minutes passed, and Husk walked out again, now wearing a different shirt and some shorts, obviously much more comfortable pajamas. On his way to the bed, he grabbed something else from the dresser, and threw the article of clothing at Angel.
When he picked it up from his lap where it’d fallen, Angel realized he still was wearing nothing but the shorts he’d worn at work. He didn’t have his boots on anymore, but he wasn’t surprised, seeing as Husk had treated a wound on his leg.
Angel put the shirt on, smiling when he realized it was a little big on him, and that it smelled like Husk.
Husk got into bed next to Angel, resting his head on a pillow that suspiciously looked like it belonged on the couch. Angel pulled Husk closer to him, trying to subtly put his pillow underneath both of their heads. Couch pillows were uncomfortable, he knew from experience.
In the dim light of the room, he could barely make out the red flush on Husk’s face, but it was light enough that he wondered if his eyes were playing tricks on him. He decided to test this hypothesis further, putting a hand on Husk’s cheek.
Yep, he was definitely blushing. And wow, now Angel was too.
He giggled - fucking giggled. Like a teenager. But he couldn’t bring himself to care.
Leaning up, he pressed a chaste kiss on Husk’s lips, before he curled up, resting his head on Husk’s chest.
“G’night.” He mumbled.
A few moments later, a stunned Husk replied.
“‘Night.”