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Angel's not an idiot. All his castles in the air had dissolved decades ago, pink shards of glass scratching his skin deep enough that he never reached for them again. He'd strangled in the cradle every stupid, naive hope that had settled in his heart after the word loser turned into a teasing joke. And he's not about to resurrect them now.
Because, really, if getting cured requires someone (a very specific someone) to not just fuck him, but to be making fucking love with him, to actually mean it, to reach for him with his heart... he's dead.
Period.
