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Being kicked out of the studio early for being “too bratty” was not something Angel thought even could happen. Yeah, he was being a bitch but the other guy started it! They had been on the 5th take of the same scene, just some more vanilla shit, and his scene partner could not get the positioning right. First the angle was wrong, then it hurt so much Angel couldn't even fake pleasure. The other guy just got on his nerves, and so Angel yelled at him. What was the problem?
Walking into the lobby, Angel went straight to the bar. He knew what he wanted and who he wanted it from.
“I want you to fuck me. Right now.” He practically shouted.
Husk just looked at the other. It was a slow day so he had been playing a round of solitaire.
“I don't know what is in your system, but I do know that you are not in the right space of mind, so no. I will not be fucking you right now. Ask me later, when you are thinking straight.”
Well that was bullshit. Angel stood up straighter, trying to make himself more intimidating, and stepped closer.
“The hell do you mean? I'm sober and thinking right.”
He didn't know why he was arguing. Husk was right here, Angel wasn't thinking straight, but there was this tug at his chest and the fear of being alone was catching up. So Angel continued.
“Actually, no. You don't need to. Cause if you actually wanted me, you would have. You clearly don't want me anymore so okay. Fine, but fuck you. I don't need you.”
This wasn't the first outburst Husk had dealt with. He knew that what was coming out of Angel’s mouth wasn't true, or even what he was thinking at the moment, but they still hurt. And apparently, that pain was visible.
“Angel-”
“No. I've heard what I need to hear. I won't bug you anymore.”
Angel walked away. He knew that their relationship was too good to be true. Nobody truly wanted him. Not even Val anymore. He was no good anymore, had no use or value.
While walking up to his room, Angel starts crying. God, how he's always hated how he lets himself have hope. It's always the same, guys will say they love him, use him, then throw him away when they have no more need for him. Charlie always says that using drugs isn't a good way to cope with his feelings but what does she know.
Back down at the bar, Husk doesn't know what to do. Normally, he lets Angel sit with himself for a bit to figure things out but he's worried. Husk doesn't know what caused this, so he doesn't know if he'd be safe enough by himself. But he also doesn't want to go up there because who knows if he'll lash out even more.
He decides to go up there, he'd rather Angel be mad than having to patch up his body and wait for his consciousness to return. Even if that means risking his safety too.
By now, Angel has become a sobbing puddle on the floor. He's scared that he just lost the guy he genuinely loves. And for what? The little bit of control he has over himself? He's lost that years ago. The knock at the door startles Angel.
“Angel? It's me. I'm worried about you.”
Didn't he just tell Husk that he won't be around anymore? What the hell is he doing at the door. And worrying about Angel no less.
“I told you that you don't have to put up with me anymore. You don't want me. Don't stay cause you feel like you have too.” Angel said through the door.
Husk takes that as permission to come in. Seeing Angel on the floor with bags if whatever drugs strewn about hurt. The visual in front of him hurt more than the words spat just 10 minutes earlier.
“Hey, I do still want you. I don't know what happened but I promise you that I'm not staying cause I pity you or something. I'm staying, and worrying, cause I love you.”
There was his look in his eyes that Angel couldn't figure out. It looked soft and caring, unlike any other kind of look Angel has ever seen directed at him. Maybe Husk was really telling the truth.
“I love you too. I'm sorry. I thought you didn't like me anymore.”
Angel was a wreck, and somehow that didn't matter. He's still somehow sitting with this guy he loves, who still has that same loving look. Who is still looking at him like a person. And it had no doubt or hate.
“I know, and I know that no matter what I say or do will get rid of that voice in your mind that tells you these things. But I will always sit with you and help you overcome it. I won't be able to help you heal, but I sure as fuck will support you through it. Doesn't matter how many times you yell at me or tell me that I don't love you anymore.”
Angel just looked at Husk in shock as he moved over a bit, trying to get closer to the other.
Leaning onto his shoulder, “Thank you. That means a lot.”
—-
Time wasn't a worry or even a thought, so when Charlie came up and knocked on the door, asking if they were okay, Husk jumped. After reassuring her that everything was good, he really took in his surroundings. Angel was sleeping on him and there was a bit of morning light shining through the window. The two had fallen asleep on the floor.
“Hey. Angel. Wake up. Good morninggg.” Husk shook Angel.
“Mm no I’m good.”
“Okay. Just know Charlie did come looking for us. Told her everything’s good though.”
Husk laid back down. He knew that he will definitely feel this in his back later on but he didn’t care. Any amount of pain was worth it if it meant Angel knew he was loved, even just for a minute. No matter how many times he has to sit on floors for hours or how many times he has to deal with episodes. If it meant Angel wasn’t alone, it was all worth it in the end.