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Angel felt like there was lava flowing through his veins.
Everyone in the Hotel was being so loud. Normally, this wouldn't have affected him so much (after all, typically he was the loudest of all), but he hadn't slept well the previous night, and he had also been exhausting himself even more than usual by masking at work due to the longer, more grueling hours that Valentino was pushing on him. This left him more sensitive than usual.
"Angel Dust" Vaggie said, noticing how uncharacteristically quiet and tense he was. "What is up with you?"
"I'm fine" he said, a bit too defensive. Immediately, all eyes were on him, making him feel any worse. Charlie, being the self-appointed therapist of the group, reached out a hand in an attempt to comfort him, but he swiped her hand away. The thought of anyone touching him while he was already so overstimulated made him want to die. "You know what, fuck this" he swore, getting up and retreating to his room.
The lobby was quiet now, as everyone silently looked between each other, uncertain as to how to handle this situation. It was Alastor who took the reins on the situation and decided to go check on him.
"Knock, knock" the radio voice came through the door.
"Fuck off" Angel groaned in response, shoving his head into his pillows and wanting the world to go away. Alastor, of course, did not listen to this request, and instead opened the door. He quietly stepped in and stared down at the man, who looked a bit pathetic.
"Put on a smile" Alastor said. "You know, you're never fully dressed-"
"Shut up"
"Oh, someone's feistier than usual"
"I said SHUT UP!" Angel yelled. Alastor stopped talking and cautiously closed the door, leaving the two alone in the room, the rest of the world shut out. "Shut up, shut up, shut up" Angel repeated. He was rather upset and had begun hitting himself. Alastor tilted his head curiously.
He'd seen this before, with Sir Pentious, but he'd never thought that Angel would deal with those same issues.
He also knew he was way out of his depth, here. He was a host, not a helper. Charlie would probably know what to do, but he was also pretty sure that more people seeing him like this was probably the last thing Angel wanted.
After a moment of consideration, he gingerly put a pillow in between Angel's fist and his head, just to prevent him from hurting himself too badly. He then sat to the side and didn't say a word as Angel frantically hummed and hit himself, allowing for the man to get whatever this was out of his system.
Eventually, the humming stopped and Angel went still. Alastor looked over at him and was met with a deeply exhausted expression.
"Are you better now?" the Radio Demon asked, keeping his volume low so as to not overwhelm the pornstar further.
'Not a fucking word of this to anyone' Angel signed, catching Alastor a bit off guard. He'd learned ASL in his free time, but he had no clue that Angel was also familiar with the language.
"I won't say a word" Alastor promised. "It wouldn't benefit me to do so" he elaborated. After a moment, he continued. "Do you want to be left alone?" A nod. "I will be on my way, then" Alastor said, standing up and checking to make sure his suit was clean. "Do feel better, Angel Dust"
'Yeah' Angel signed weakly, exhaustion overtaking him and fighting off the beginnings of sleep. 'Thank you'
Alastor said nothing as he shut the door and returned downstairs.