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“Pff what a loser, right?” Cherri begins, happy to gossip with her friend now that the chaos has died down. “Alright Angie, before you start, I don’t wanna hear a thing about Pentious- Angie?”
The war was over. Vox has been defeated, the dooms-day weapon neutralized. Everything should be falling into place for a happy ending. So what’s up with Angel? Husks steps forward, a warm smile on his face.
”Angel? Where are you going?”
“Back.” Angel mutters, walking away from Husk and Cherri, his usual confident demeanor now dissipated.
“Back? Ha- back where?” Cherris smile starts to drop. She sees where this might be going, but she hopes she wrong.
”Back.” Angels says, like it’s the most logical thing ever. “Back to my job. Back to my life. Back…back to Val.”
Husks shakes his head. No. He just got Angel back. He can’t lose him again, not like this.
”You can’t seri- Angel, we save you so you can come home!”
(THIS IS WHERE IT GETS GOOD TRUST)
Angel stops in his tracks. Husk dares to be hopeful.
”Just… just come back to the hotel with me- with us. Please Angel I-“ Husk grabs Angels hand in both of him, looking upas Angel turned around. “You don’t have to do shit for Val anymore. We won.”
Angel meets husks pleading gaze, and shakes his head softly. He wants to go with Husk. More than anything, but…
”You…you know I can’t do that. You know more than anyone what it’s like to be on a leash!”
”Fuck leashes! Fuck Val, Fuck Alastor, Fuck em all!” Husk all but yells, fighting to keep tears a bay.
”It’s not that simple! I-“
Husk cuts him off by wrapping his arms around Angel, hugging him tightly.
Angel looks down at Husk, his arms raised awkwardly in confusion, before he gives in and returns Husk’s embrace. After a few moments of silence, Husk hesitates before mumbling,
”Look, Angel I…care about you, okay? You’re important to me, and I want the best for you.” Blush rises to Husk’s cheeks as he immediately regrets spilling his heart out. He quickly pulls himself away from Angel and adds, “A-and you know, Cherri and I are your friends, and we both care about yo-“
Husk is cut off by Angel grabbing his face.
“I get it already, loser. You’re totally in love with, alright. Now shut up.”
Angel leans forward and kisses Husk. Husk lets out a surprised noise, but quickly melts into the kiss, closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around Angel. Taste like scotch and cigarettes.