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Angel Dust wiped his eyes, groaning as he collapsed onto the hotel's couch. He buried his head into the stained fabric of a pillow, trying to ignore his aching body. Valentino had had him working on fucking Sinsmas- as they called it in Hell, and he'd been even more sour with Angel than usual. His mood may have had something to do with a certain media overlord- but Angel wasn't sure. It wasn't his place. Sometimes he felt like nowhere was his place.
He hadn't even realized he was crying when he felt a hand slide under his face, still pressed into the pillow, to pull his head up to look at its owner. Husk was looking at Angel with an expression that looked almost pained.
“Val had you working on Sinsmas? What a shithead.”
Angel shook his head. “It's just the job. Go to work everyday, no exceptions. I'm fine.”
Husk pushed him up a little further so he could slot himself into place next to him, letting Angel fall back over onto his lap. The sinner could feel his face heating a bit, but pushed the feelings back down. Soon though, they came roaring back as the other ran his hands through Angel's hair, clearly trying to calm him.
His tears had stopped, now just leaving the horrible feelings behind. He tried to sit up a bit, but Husk grabbed one of his hands.
“Angel, please, it's Sinsmas, let me help you. Is there anything you need?”
Husk's eyes were sad, used to having all his concerns for Angel pushed away. He wasn't quite sure why Husk even cared, but it was easier figuring this out alone.
“I'm going to take a shower, see you later, Whiskers.”
He started toward his room, but stopped when he heard footsteps still following him. The tears had started again, and he just couldn't.
He spun, anger seeping into his words. “I told you I'm going for a shower, Husk. Leave me the fuck alone!” Red hot streams fell down his face as he moved to turn away again.
However, before he could go, Husk spoke up. “Can I join?”
Angel laughed, and wiped his eyes. Was he fucking kidding? “Not in the fucking mood right now.”
“No- no I'm sorry Angel, not like that, just, I want to help!”
Angel just stalked toward his room, silently cursing when Husk followed again.
“You don't want to see this, Husk. I'm fucking broken, and your better off turning around and forgetting all about me, so-”
“Angel, I love you,” Husk almost screams.
“Just lea- what?” Angel froze, breathing hard.
“I said, I love you, you stupid spider. I'm sticking around, whether you want me or not.”
He nearly broke down again right in the hall, but he managed to nod, grabbing Husk's hand.
“Fine, you can help. And for what it's worth, I love you too, Whiskers.”
He didn't have to look at him to know that Husk is smiling, and he led him to his room.
Angel sat on the bed, and looked down. He couldn't help but try to find the flaw in Husk's words, going through all the reasons why he'll get more hurt. Husk's hands once again cupped his face, making sure he could look Angel in the eyes.
“Are you okay with this Angel? I can stay here if you want, just tell me what you need-”
Angel recognizes that Husk was about to start rambling, so he placed a hand over Husk's on his face. “Just… I don't want to do anything, um, could you maybe not look either?”
Husk looks relieved at Angel stopping his overthinking, nodding along with what Angel said. “Of course, we can go at your pace. For the record, I wasn't suggesting anything, I would never just expect that of you."
Angel smiled, standing up. “Come on then, Pussycat.”
Husk took his hand, and Angel pulled him closer so their sides were brushing as they found Angel's private shower.