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Today had been a really long fucking day for Angel. He really didn't want to have to walk all the way back home to Valentino's studio, so he just waited for Valentino to send a car or come pick him up himself.
This also meant he had to stay around the members and staff of the Hazbin hotel, which only made his guilt worse, but he didn't really have the energy to think about it all too much.
…then Angel begins to hear sobs from a little voice he knows very well. The rest of the hotel didn't know him, but Angel does, and immediately whips around towards the voice as soon as he hears it.
The poor little thing is still in his pajamas, clutching his blanket to his face. Angel doubts Valentino would've left vaem on purpose, and likely just lost track of vaem during the chaos.
Angel wipes away his own tears from earlier, and kneels down to the smaller moth sinner. "August? What are you doing here, baby?" Angel murmurs exhaustedly.
August simply sobs again. Sometimes, August was more communicative, but it seemed like today wasn't one of those days. While Valentino would never willingly or knowingly leave August behind, August doesn't seem to be aware of that fact.
"C'mere, fluffball." Angel murmurs, picking up the regressor. "I'm sure Valentino's worried sick about you. He wouldn't leave you behind on purpose,"
Angel cradles the smaller sinner close to his chest while he pulls out his phone. He texts Valentino- letting Valentino know that he has August and that August's safe. The message is sent, but it isn't marked as read nor responded to. Angel sighs. He supposes Valentino would be a bit busy- whether searching for August himself or dealing with the aftermath of what Vox did.
Angel can hear the sad little moth squeaks coming from August between the sobs, and Angel shifts his hold on him, and it sort of hurts to hear him cry. Angel rubs his back, gently hushing him.
Angel walks back and forth with August for a bit, hoping that movement would calm the poor thing down. Eventually, he feels the weight in his arms grow heavier, and Angel looks down to see that August has fallen asleep, August clutching onto his blanket with one hand and onto Angel with the other.
Angel leans against a alleyway wall as he waits for any response from Valentino and tries not to think about how guilty and sad he felt about leaving. If he stayed with them, maybe he wouldn't have found August and the poor baby would have to wait for Valentino to realize he was missing and go find him. And maybe that was just what Angel was telling himself to avoid the guilt, but he was too tired to go too deep into it.