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Chunks of ice bobbed about in Husk’s drink that he held up his lips. The scotch had long since ceased the familiar burning that it once had. Husk would be lying if he said that he didn’t miss it, even a little. It didn’t stop him from finishing off the remaining liquid in the glass, leaving merely the ice clinking about at the bottom. Lazily he reached behind him for the bottle to refill when he heard the door slowly ease open. If not for his catlike hearing, he wouldn’t have even noticed, which he was guessing was what the newcomer was hoping for.
“Angel,” Husk called, leaning heavily against the bar. Usually the bar was Angel’s first stop when he came back to the hotel, no matter what time of day it was. Him differing from that was odd to say the least. “Angel, where the hell you sneaking off to?”
The spider in question didn’t turn to face him, though he did stop dead in his tracks. Husk narrowed his eyes in scrutiny as he easily soared over the bar and landed lightly on the other side. His scotch was long forgotten as he closed the space between the two of them, a flash of fear stirring in his stomach when he saw Angel repeatedly attempting to shift away, back kept to Husk no matter how the feline leapt about.
“Damnit, kid! Cut that shit out.” Impulsively, he reached up to grab Angel but the elbow and twisted him around so that he was finally facing him.
Shock coursed through Husk as though he had been electrocuted. He stepped back, eyes stretched wide at the sight of the sinner in front of him.
Angel stood hunched over, white fur on top of his head stained with crimson streaks. His clothes were more tattered than normal when he came back from a shoot, his lanky arms doing a better job of covering himself than his clothes actually were. That wasn’t even the worst part. No, the worst was his mouth.
Angel’s lips were ruby red and swollen, but not from their usual overuse. Tiny black threads stretched over each section of his lips, disappearing back into his skin only to reappear at the next section. It continued all the way from one corner of his mouth to the other, dry blood caked around each entry and exit point. It was one of the most horrifying things that Husk had ever seen, let alone could imagine one of his friends experiencing. A sudden hiss tore free from his throat before he could stop it, tail lashing back and forth.
Tears pooled from Angel’s eyes as his head gave a tiny shake. Two of his hands reached up to cover his entire face, fingers stretching over his eyes while his palms stayed over his mouth.
“Shit, shit, it’s not you,” Husk immediately apologized. Against his better judgement, he reached up to grasp Angel’s elbow once more. The spider was quick to pull away from the bartender’s touch, panic searing through him as he took a step steps back. Husk raised his hands in surrender, cursing himself for doing something so stupid. “Fuck, I didn’t mean that…..M’not gonna hurt you. You know that, don’t you?”
Angel continued to sniffle and shake. The sound tore at Husk’s heart, eyes flickering across the lobby. There was no one awake at this hour besides himself and Angel. He could always wake up Charlie or even find Cherri. However, that would all take time and he doubted that Angel wanted anyone to see him in this state. It was probably already too much that Husk was here to witness this.
Giving his head a much needed shake, Husk stood his ground. “M’not gonna hurt you, Legs. I can promise you that. But we need to get you taken care of. Let me help you.” Husk extended an outstretched paw towards him, claws retracted so that the pads of his paw were the only thing that Angel could touch. They were much rougher than anyone knew thanks to the species he was cursed to be. However, the fur between the rough pads was soft and would hopefully make up for their roughness.
Angel hesitantly shot Husk a glance before finally reaching out with one hand and grasping Husk’s lightly. He took that as a good sign as he took a single step towards the stairs that led to their rooms, relieved when Angel copied his movements. This would be much easier for both of them if Angel complied. Husk didn’t want to make Angel do anything that he didn’t want to do as he never had that choice with Val, but when it came to his health and wellbeing, somethings were necessary. Isn’t that what Charlie was always telling him?
Husk pushed those thoughts away and concentrated on leading Angel to the stairs. The first step was painful, that much Husk could tell from the way the spider favored his left leg, body weight rested against the rail as he caught his breath. The next time left him wobbling until Husk managed to stretch out a wing and hovered it behind Angel’s back, ready to catch him if he fell backwards while trying not to touch him if he didn’t have to. This was a whole new side of Angel that he wasn’t used to seeing, and didn’t know how to go about certain things.
“Almost there,” Husk encouraged about halfway up the stairs. He tried to offer a small smile, yet Angel didn’t even try to return it. Husk felt a volley of feelings rolling with him, how much he wanted to beat Valentino into a bloody pulp being the one at the forefront.
When they finally reached the top, Angel took the lead towards his room. Husk would’ve much rather Angel been in his so that he could keep an eye on him, but he wasn’t about to press it. If Angel felt the most at home with his room, then who was Husk to suggest any different? Angel was always saying he managed fine without anyone helping him, which included Husk.
‘Yes, but you don’t have to now,’ Husk always wanted to tell him without having the courage to do so.
The two arrived at Angel’s room with Angel easily unlocking it. He made it a couple steps towards the bed when he suddenly collapsed, falling to his knees on a bright pink carpet close to the bed. Angel curled himself into a ball as the near silent sobs took over, shoulders shaking with each hitching breath.
Husk couldn’t bear to watch without stepping in. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his pocketknife, something that he never went without. He approached Angel with the knife already brandished just as Angel glanced up, fury and alarm coursing through him.
“Get the fuck away from me,” Angel screeched, arms thrown out.
Husk leapt back and set the knife immediately aside. Was this his first day in hell? Had he really been that oblivious to approach Angel with a knife when he knew what he went through on a daily basis? Maybe the scotch was having more of an effect than he realized.
“Fuck, that was stupid,” Husk grumbled, half to himself. He lifted his hands back in a show of surrender, wings doing the same as they unfurled behind him. “I just wanted to cut the stitches. That’s all. I didn’t know another way to do it quickly.”
Angel took a few moments to process that it was Husk talking to him, and what he actually meant. He rested a single fingers over the thread that tied his lips together. One of two snapped when he yelled with fresh blood oozing from each one, trickling down into his fur. He slumped back against the floor as a fresh wave of tears erupted from him.
“Do….do you want me to try scissors instead? Those might be better than my knife,” he suggested hopefully. He didn’t know where Angel kept any scissors, but he was certain he could find some laying around somewhere. Hell, he could probably conjure them if Angel was dead set enough on it.
At the mention of scissors, Angel shuddered, a horrible movement that took over his entire body. Fingers came to tug on his long head fur, tangling and tugging until a few strands remained in his grasp. His breathing was starting to catch once more, another sign to Husk that they needed to do whatever they had to so they could remove the stitching sooner rather than later.
Husk looked around the room before his gaze came to rest on his paws. He unsheathed his claws, the tips curling towards his pads. “Uh, I could try these if you wanted. I’m getting better at using ‘em.” Husk hoped that there was more confidence in his voice than he actually felt. He would do whatever Angel wanted and would be the most careful he had been with anything in his entire life.
Angel nodded reverently. His lips briefly pursed as if he was going to say something, but the pain seemed to become too much as he halted. Tears were still steadily dripping down his face, leaving rivulets in his fur. He sniffled as he crouched forward so that he was a whisker’s length away from Husk.
“Alright, just let me know if this hurt too much.” Husk knew that Angel wouldn’t, as that was just his personality. Husk crept even closer to Angel and lifted his paw, claws outstretched as far as he was able to reach. His longest claw slid under the middle most stitch, balanced on the tip. Quick as a flash, Husk lifted his claw to slice through one of the stitches with ease. A rush of relief exchanged between the two of them as Husk moved onto the next stitch with the same precision. It split without struggle, earning a light sigh from Angel in the process.
Husk smiled. “We’re getting there. You okay?”
Angel squeezed his eyes shut tightly and barely managed a tiny nod. That usually wouldn’t have been enough for an affirmation of consent as Husk would look for, but this needed to be done. He took that as all the reassurance he needed to keep at it, slicing through each strand with swiftness and delicacy. It didn’t take long for each one to rip in his claws with Angel gasping as his head bowed forward, shoulders falling in exhaustion.
“Fuck, that feels better,” Angel exclaimed. When he lifted his head to look at Husk, his lips were bleeding once more with the broken strings hanging over his lips. They were stained with blood, but at least Angel could fully open his mouth without tearing skin and flesh at the same time.
Husk wasn’t satisfied, not yet. “We need to take them out too. Do you want to do that yourself or do you want me to?”
Angel’s jaw set in determination as he lifted trembling hands to his bottom lip. His thumb and pointer finger attempted grip one single strand. It tugged through his lip and he immediately let out a broken sob.
Husk reached up to encapsulate Angel’s hand with his own two paws. He let out a gentle murmur, peeling Angel’s fingers away.
“Let me do it,” Husk instructed. “It’s still going to hurt like a son of a bitch, but I can at least make it quick. Think that’ll be alright, kid?”
Angel looked as if he wanted to protest, to retreat back into the dark hole he just crawled out of. One look at Husk, into those dark, trusting eyes was all that it took for him to melt like a candle just lit ablaze. He gave a defeated nod with Husk wrapping a wing around his small, trembling frame.
“I promise I’ll be as gentle as I can.” Husk’s words rolled in the back of his throat like that of a gentle purr. “Just, stay with me.”
Angel didn’t speak as Husk lifted his paws back to Angel’s swollen lips. His claws were sheathed this time as all he needed was the dexterity of his paws for this. He let out a breath and grasped the first stitch, brow furrowed in concentration. Angel was breathing in heavy pants as Husk slid the first thread free, a strangled cry tearing free of Angel’s throat. Husk was well aware that Angel bad been through much worse, but that wasn’t the point of why it was difficult.
Husk tossed the thread aside and gave a small smile of encouragement. “One down….not that many to go. We got this.” He was quick with the next one, ears plastered against his skull as Angel let out a pitiful squeak of pain. It was difficult to ignore, but he had to if it meant getting this over for Angel. Husk kept moving with determination, tugging softly until a small pile of string laid at his feet. Only when the last thread at the far end of the leftmost corner of Angel’s mouth did Husk feel his fur lay flat along his spine.
Angel made a show to lift his hands to rub at his mouth, to dry the trickles of blood that flowed freely from the holes in his lips, but Husk intercepted him with a flourish of his tail. Angle whimpered, a sound that felt like a knife searing into his heart, twisting with the pitiful look that Angel shot him.
“We need to disinfect those first,” Husk instructed, glancing about the room. He was unfamiliar with Angel’s setup, and the last thing he wanted was to invade his privacy to poke and prod around. He knew how he would feel if Angel did the same in his space, although the more that he thought about it, the more that he realized he may not actually mind.
Angel shied away from Husk’s tail, though he didn’t lift his hands back up to his face. “M’can do it.”
“But you don’t have to by yourself.” The words tumbled out of Husk’s mouth before he could stop himself. However, now that he started, he needed to see it through. “There are people here who want to help you, myself included. Let us do it.”
Hesitation didn’t even begin to cover the look that Angel was giving him. It made Husk want to melt on the spot, to curl around Angel and offer that support he never received. It was never a desire he had with anyone else, that was for sure, yet he never wanted to overstep Angel’s boundaries. The spider may have done that to him since the moment that they met, but he had really toned things down as of late and respected Husk’s boundaries. Husk would always do the same even when he thought a small hug might do wonders for Angel when it came from someone that he actually cared about.
When Angel didn’t immediately argue, Husk spoke once more. “Please.”
With a resigned sigh, Angel nodded timidly. His left arm came to grasp his right shoulder as though holding on for dear life. That was the most coherent response that Husk was going to get out of him, that much Husk knew. He was going to have to take the rest into his own hands.
Husk silently slipped out of Angel’s room in favor of padding to his own. He knew where things were in there, and wouldn’t have to go through Angel’s things without the spider giving expressed permission. Trying to ease that our of him right now would be next to impossible, so this was his best option for this supplies that he needed.
He made quick work of grabbing his trusted first-aid kit. It was the same one he used on himself countless times before, after every mission that Alastor sent him on. He shuddered at the memory before carrying the box to the bathroom. There he pulled a bowl from under the vanity that he usually used to fill with warm, soapy water when he needed to preen his wings. It was such a tedious task that he hated every since he was cursed with this demon form. At least it allowed him to have this bowl at the ready for a similar purpose.
Husk hovered briefly in the air, wings flapping surely behind him as he filled the bowl with warm water. Once it was filled, he squirted a generous amount of soap and mixed it around with a claw. The bowl balanced precariously against his chest as he struggled to hold with first-aid kit with his other paw. A washcloth was draped over his shoulder as an afterthought before he teetered out of the bathroom, careful where he stepped so he didn’t spill everything on him. He could clear the rumors up right now that it was true that cats didn’t like water.
Weight shifted from foot to foot as he kept walking down the hallway at which he came. It was so peaceful at night with not even Niffty up and about. If he strained his hearing, he could hear the small squeaking of rats lurking just below the floorboards. However, there was no yelling, no crying, no bitching from people that he could’ve give two shits about normally. Husk was usually someone that reveled in the silence, allowing it to pool around him. However, if that meant the absence of Angel’s incessant chatter and giggles, then he didn’t want it.
Husk shouldered his way back into Angel’s room almost silently to find the sinner curled towards his bed with his shoulders rising and falling with sobs. Alarm pulsed through Husk as he rushed to set his supplies down and bound over to his friend’s side, crouched in front of him as he desperately tried to meet his gaze.
“Hey, hey, what’s going on,” he questioned, ears pricked. “Does something hurt? Did we miss something?”
Angel lifted his head. Immediately, his eyes rounded in shock to find Husk standing across from him. “I-I thought….you left—left me.”
“Left you? I would never!” Husk motioned back to the bowl of soapy water and first aid kit. “I just needed to grab something from my room to help.”
“Why didn’t you just get that stuff from my room?”
“I didn’t want to go snooping around looking for this shit. I wanted to respect your privacy,” Husk answered truthfully as though it wasn’t obvious. “I was always gonna come back. Did you think I wouldn’t?”
The silence was the only answer that Husk needed. He tried not to let his disappointment show on his face as he took to action on his own. He flung open the first-aid kit, which he had meticulously organized, and grabbed a bottle of rubbing alcohol. He detested to think about the number of times he chugged the bottle instead of using it on his wounds. That taste burned more than he ever wanted to recall, and had his stomach churning as he fished it out with the accompanying gauze.
“We’ll do this first, then wash it with soap and water, and see where we’re at. Sound like a plan,” Husk questioned. He doused the gauge generously with the rubbing alcohol, taking in a deep breath, knowing that this would sting. “This isn’t going to feel great, just to warn ya.”
Fresh tears seemed to well in Angel’s eyes and Husk was immediately worried he had overstepped or said something that he shouldn’t. “What-what did I do? I won’t use my claws so I shouldn’t cause anymore damage. If that’s what you’re worried about. Or I can leave if this is too much for you.”
“No!”Angel reached out for Husk, taking him by the elbow and tugging him harshly. Husk lost his footing and almost fell forward into Angel if not for his hind claws snagging on the floor. “Please, don’t leave me! I’ve just never had someone do this for me before, ya know? Never thought I deserved it is all.”
Husk met Angel’s gaze with one of affection and concern. He rested a paw lightly over Angel’s trembling hand, ears pricked. “You do deserve it,” he breathed so quietly that he wasn’t even sure Angel heard him. Eyes never leaving Angel’s, Husk grasped the now saturated gauze and stood to his full height as even with Angel seated, the sinner was still tall. “This alright?” Husk hovered with the gauze just shy of Angel’s upper lip, waiting for that confirmation.
Angel gave a feeble nod, which was all Husk needed to press the gauze against each bleeding wound in turn. The other man winced, face drawn in a scowl with his eyes squeezed shut. Husk’s stomach churned in sympathy as he rushed the bottom lips, wanting to finish as quickly as possible to finally put Angel out of his misery.
“I know, I’m sorry,” Husk found himself saying as he turned the gauze to the cleaner side, dabbing the holes at the dead center of his lips. Those would take the most time to close; he was certain of it. “If it stings, that’s how we know it’s workin’.”
When Husk finally finished, he set the gauze away and gingerly began to inspect each hole. They were small, perhaps small enough that they wouldn’t leave a scar. After all, even Val would try and do everything in his power not to permanently mess up Angel’s face.
Once Husk was satisfied, he curled his wing around the bowl of water and pulled it close. It rested at his hip as he dipped his paw into the water to push the washcloth into the soapy water. It drenched the fur between his toes, sloshed over the back only to suck his thick fur around his wrist downwards. He shuddered at the sensation before squeezing out the water until the facecloth was merely damp and not dripping. Hopefully this was less painful than the rubbing alcohol.
Husk lightly stroked the washcloth over Angel’s upper lip, careful not to allow any of the soap to accidentally trickle into his mouth. Angel kept his eyes closed as Husk worked, alternating from dipping the washcloth back in the water and wringing it out before dabbing it back at Angel’s face. He was able to clean the dried blood with ease as well as the rest of the makeup and sweat that was caked into his fur. Husk didn’t even want to think if there was anything else mixed in there as well, and he certainly wasn’t about to ask.
“There,” Husk murmured, washcloth submerged into the bowl for the first time. “Feel any better?”
Angel gave a halfhearted shrug. Husk couldn’t blame him. His brief concern and care wasn’t going to make up for whatever he had been subjected to that same day.
“Do you want to take a shower?” Husk motioned to Angel’s adjoining bathroom with an outstretched wing. “Or at least get changed into something more comfortable?”
It was as if Angel realized for the first time how bad of shape his clothes were in. He picked up a tattered piece of his shirt. Fresh tears welled in his eyes as he briefly burrowed his face into his arms. When he lifted his head, he then flung his body against his bed and crawled onto the top, buried himself under the covers with his face pressed against a bright pink pillow.
“Kid, you should really change at least. You’ll feel so much better if you’re out of those clothes,” Husk pointed out as he rose to his full height beside the bed.
Angel curled deeper into the pillow. His shoulders shook with a few hitching breaths from near silent cries. Husk debated whether or not he should leave Angel alone. It seems that what he wanted, but Husk couldn’t bring himself to do so when he appeared to be as low as he was.
Husk padded around to the other side of Angel’s bed and jumped up beside him. Angel looked up in surprise and Husk had to resist the impulse to rush out of the room and pretend this never happened. He was never this bold, though granted, he never usually cared that much about anyone to even try this hard to care. Angel was different, that much was clear. He just didn’t want to scare him away.
“Angel?’
Angel mumbled something that even Husk couldn’t pick up with his superior cat hearing. “What did you say?”
“M’can’t.”
Husk tried not to let the worry show on his features. His tail tip twitched, the only sign that something was wrong. “Alright, what can you do?”
Angel lifted his head a tad, confusion glittering in his hazy eyes. “Wha?”
“What can we do right now? What can we control?” The words weren’t so foreign to him, but certainly in the order in which he spoke them. “What can we do to make this better?”
The gears in Angel’s mind started to churn, that much Husk could see. He felt a rush of pride that he may have said the right thing for the first time in his life. Usually he was broody and grumpy, and none of what he said was ever taken positively. Perhaps this could change things.
“I-I dunno.”
“Let’s think together. Do you want to be alone? I can leave if that’s the case.” Husk liked to think his presence was a positive one, but there was no telling if he was really just being overbearing.
Angel sniffled, tears continuing to roll down his cheeks even with those magnificent pools open. “No, please,” he all but begged, voice squeaking at the end.
“I can stay. That’s not a problem. Do you want to talk? Watch a movie? Or just lay here?” Husk knew that he was rambling, and yet he couldn’t stop. He hated to fill the silence, as he never knew if he was actually making things better or worse.
“Why…..” Angel swallowed heavily, a lump lodged deep within his throat. “Why does this have to happen to me?”
“Awe, kid.” Husk shook his head gravely. “You know I don’t have an answer to that. Hell is fucking terrible down here—eternal torture and all that shit. Still, that’s no excuse for what happens to you no matter what contract you signed.” Husk clenched his jaw, imagining Val’s throat tearing between his teeth. If only his claws could slice so deep that blood would well from his neck until he laid dead at his feet. Husk wouldn’t hesitate if that was an option, but they both knew that it wasn’t, not yet at least.
Angel started to mop up his face with the heel of his palm, mascara a mess and a few fake eyelashes already coming off. “Why do you have that giant bowl in the first place? Fancy a late night bowl of popcorn?”
If not for knowing who Angel was, and how often the spider liked to deflect, Husk may not have been able to process what he was asking right away. Although he longed to press Angel about his earlier question, the one that shook him to his core, he couldn’t see how that would be a good idea. It would certainly be something that was brought up later, just now when the wounds were still so fresh.
Husk forced out a small laugh, a blush creeping high on his cheeks. “Er no. Uh….it’s actually for my wings.”
Angel lifted his head up off his pillow ever so briefly. Lips pursed, he inclined his head closer to the feline. “M’sorry. You said yer wings?”
“Well—yeah.” Husk suddenly wondered if he should continue. Too late now as he’d already been potentially too honest. “I have to preen these fucking feathers to help the next ones out or some shit. M’not even really sure how it works but it’s a tedious task.”
“Sounds like it. So like you just pull ‘em out?”
Husk’s eyes stretched wide in horror. “I don’t want to yank the fuckers out! I have to ease them and pick out the broken ones for the fresh ones to grow.” He saw the befuddled look on Angel’s face, and with a sigh of resignation, he unfurled his left wing and set it between the two of them. He traced a gentle claw down the tip of one feather all the way until it disappeared under the layers of another. “If I don’t comb through them they can break and get stuck. Sometimes it’s hard for me to reach so I use the bowl to help me wet ‘em. Makes it a bit easier.”
Husk had no idea why he was saying all this. He knew Angel didn’t want to know all of this, nor did he want to share it. However, the words just tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop it. In fact, he would’ve bet everything he had left he spoke more this evening than he had in the last month combined. What was happening to him?
“That’s super fucking interesting,” Angel breathed as he pulled a hand out from under the covers and hovered it briefly over Husk’s primary feathers. “Can I?”
Husk’s immediate reaction was to refuse. He didn’t tolerate anyone touching his wings, hardly even himself if he was being honest. However, Angel was different. He was just….Angel, and things were just easy in a way that Husk couldn’t explain. Maybe that was why he didn’t hesitate to give a tender nod.
Angel was gentle, almost as if Husk was fragile. He trailed a single finger down the tip to the base of a single feather, and when Husk didn’t leap out of his fur, he rested his open palm over a section.
“They’re rougher than I expected,” Angel confessed.
Husk chuckled. “Yeah, those ones are. The plumage on my back is softer. It’s also covered by fur so it’s hard to tell.”
“That’s so cool!”
“Cool isn’t quite the word I’d use for it, but I suppose it could be worse.” Suddenly self-conscious, Husk turned off to the side and found himself drawing a paw down the length of his muzzle, claws curled to trail briefly over his eyes. He was suddenly aware of how close Angel was watching him, and was quick to tuck his paws back under him, coughing to clear his throat. “Sorry.”
“You don’t gotta apologize for being all cute and catlike.” Husk immediately noticed the tiny smile toying at Angel’s lips. If his simple action was enough to provoke that sort of reaction from the spider, then he would do as many silly little actions as he could. “At least you got a decent form down here with claws and wings and shit.”
“Hey,” Husk scolded lightly. “Your form is impressive too. It’s gotta be useful to have all those extra limbs.”
A shadow seemed to pass over Angel’s face. The smile disappeared as quickly as it appeared, body hunched forward back into the pillows around him. Damn, Husk had done it again. This was why talking wasn’t one of his strongest suits, clearly.
Husk wasn’t sure where it came from, what would’ve ever possessed him to do it, but he suddenly stretched out his wing that Angel had been holding a moment prior and wrapped it around the sinner’s body, curled protectively around his shoulder. It only touched the blankets around him and not his actual body, though Husk still waited to see if this would be the final thing that he did to finally have Angel seeing what a shitty person he really was. He touched him without permission and that was one thing that Husk vowed to himself that he would never do, yet he felt like he needed to.
To Husk’s surprise, Angel reached out from the covers and grasped the bend of his wing, tugging it so that he could hold it close to his chest. His face buried into the long primary feathers, breath stirring the tips. Husk almost melted right then and there, body forced to curl even closer to Angel so that his wing wasn’t pulled right out of socket. His eyes glowed in affection in the semi-light of the room, to which he was suddenly thankful that Angel couldn’t see.
Angel’s breaths began to deepen, body no longer shaking. It was the most peaceful that Husk had ever seen Angel. After everything that he went through everyday, with Val and others, he deserved this type of rest. If Husk could be the one to help him experience this rest, then he would drop everything to do so, Alastor be damned.
A sudden sound seemed to burst from Husk’s chest, and it took him a few seconds before he realized he was purring. He would be beyond embarrassed if Angel was awake enough to witness that, if anyone was awake enough to witness that. Once the deep, throaty sound left him, he found it impossible to stifle. He allowed it to flow through him, paws outstretched as he began to subconsciously knead at the mattress in front of him. Husk had no clue what or why his paws were doing this, and yet it just felt right.
When Husk’s body started to relax, he found himself leaning over with his chin rested on top of Angel’s head. It felt right, especially with Angel still clutching his wing for dear life even in sleep. A soft purr continued to flow through Husk as the feeling of Angel safe and asleep beside him lulled him into a comforting slumber.