Chapter Text
All I knew
This morning when I woke
Is I know something now
Know something now I didn't before - Taylor Swift/ Ed Sheeran
A loud ringing woke Angel suddenly. He bolted upright, startling Husk who followed suit. It was pitch dark in the room still and Angel wasn’t sure where his phone was but the ringing was killing his head. It stopped for a moment, only to start again a few seconds later. Husk rolled out of bed, picking Angel’s skirt up from the floor in order to pull the phone from its pocket. He handed it to Angel before stretching his arms and wings. Angel answered without looking to see who it was.
“Hello?”
“Thank fuck,” Lucia said. “You need to get down here now, Angel. We have a problem.”
“Where tha Hell are ya?”
“I’m at Honeysuckle. They’re about to riot if you don’t get here soon.”
Angel threw the blankets aside, climbing out of bed to head for his closet. “What happened?”
“Pearl is dead.”
“What?! How tha fuck did that happen,” he asked as he ripped a dress off its hanger without paying much attention to what he grabbed. He put the phone on speaker in order to set it down and pull his dress on.
“Some piece of shit customer. He doesn’t seem to think it’s a problem since she’ll just respawn. His words, not mine. Anyway, he tried to leave without telling anyone but Meadow saw her body from the hallway when he opened the door. She told Marcus and well, you can guess from there.”
“Shit, alright,” he said as he left the closet, “do NOT let that asshole leave and tell tha staff that I’m on my way. They betta not touch tha customa before I get there. It ain’t their job ta deal with him. Call Geovanni’n I’ll be there soon as I can.”
He hung up as he sat on the edge of the bed next to Husk so he could pull his boots on. Husk yawned again. “What time is it?”
“It’s only five.”
The cat groaned. “That’s way too damn early.”
“Yeah, but I got ta deal with this before they rip tha demon apart on their own. My workas don’t take kindly ta this sort a thing.”
“I mean, wouldn’t the fucker deserve it?”
“That ain’t tha point,” Angel argued. “He’ll be punished but it ain’t their job ta do it. It’s my job ta take care a it.”
“Fair. Come on then, let’s do this so I can go back to fucking sleep. I do not enjoy being awake at five A.M. on a damn Saturday.”
“So go back ta sleep,” Angel said as he stood up. “I don’t need ya help ta deal with this.”
“I know you don’t need my help with shit like this but I can get you there and back faster than if you drive.” Husk stood next to him, yawning again.
Angel grimaced, not looking at the cat. “I think ya should just stay here.”
“So you just don’t want me to fucking go with you? Are you mad about that shit earlier?”
Angel shook his head, then regretted it. He needed some damn water. “No, I just-”
Husk was quiet for a moment until he realized Angel wasn’t going to finish. “Then what’s the problem, Fluff?”
The problem was that Husk had never seen him the way he would if he watched Angel deal with this. He thought Angel wasn’t ruthless and part of him liked that Husk thought so highly of him. It wasn’t true though. Angel was as merciless as any overlord when he needed to be. He could be downright sadistic when demons fucked with his souls. He didn’t want to voice his worry to the cat though.
“Nothin, come on.”
He slipped out the back door, into the garden to avoid waking anyone with the front door. Husk picked him up, following Angel’s directions as he flew them to the house. They were there very quickly, and Angel could hear the commotion from the outside as they landed near the backdoor. He put in the code to let himself in and followed the shouts to find a crowd of demons in the main room. He ignored the pain in his head that the noise was only exacerbating. It was a mess, potted plants overturned, water from the fountain on the floor, and the furniture out of place. Over the crowd he could see Medusa and Lucia standing between the workers and a demon that he couldn’t quite see around the large snake woman.
Angel put his fingers to his lips and whistled loud and sharply, instantly regretting his decision to do so. All shouting stopped as heads turned his way. A raptor-like demon with a long yellow mohawk stepped towards him. She had tears in her eyes as she pointed accusingly in Medusa’s direction.
“He killed Pearl,” Meadow cried. “And they’re protecting him!”
Angel laid a hand on her shoulder. “I know, suga, and I’ll deal with him. Ya know I will, but it ain’t fa tha lot a ya ta do that,” he told her quietly. He addressed the rest of the crowd with a louder voice. “I need ya all ta go back ta ya rooms. We’re closed today so send any customas home.”
“But, he didn’t just kill her,” Meadow argued. “She’s in pieces, Angel! H-he mutilated her! I heard her crying but I thought it was just roleplay. I should have checked on her!”
Angel narrowed his eyes as he glanced up at the imp he could see poking his head around Medusa now that the crowd was quiet. He looked almost… relieved. As though he thought Angel had saved him from the mob. He looked back at Meadow, softening his gaze.
“It’s ok. I’ll take care a it. I promise. Do ya trust me?”
She nodded sadly at him. “Of course, Angel. I’m sorry, I just-”
“It’s ok, hon. I undastand.” He looked at the group, raising his voice again. “I need all a ya ta go ta ya rooms right now. Medusa will let ya know when ya can come out. Except you,” he pointed at Marcus. “I want ya ta stay here.”
The demons began to file out of the room, casting angry glances at the imp as they retreated. Angel turned his attention to Husk. The cat was, of course, watching him closely.
“Ya want some coffee or somethin? Lucia could take ya ta tha kitchen.”
“Trying to get rid of me, Fluff?”
Angel focused on keeping his face neutral but suspected Husk knew he’d hit the nail on the head. “No,” he lied.
Husk rolled his eyes. “Yeeaah. I think I’m good.”
Angel shrugged. “Fine.”
He turned his attention to the four demons left in the room, zeroing in on the imp as he swayed his way over to the demon with a fake ass smile in place. The imp fully came out from behind Medusa, a look of annoyance on his face.
“Your employees aren’t very accommodating,” he said without preamble.
“And I am so sorry fa that,” Angel said with honey in his voice. “They tend ta get a little riled up sometimes. What can ya do? Perhaps I could offa ya a drink on tha house while we discuss how best ta compensate ya fa such a terrible experience? I’d hate ta have a customa walk away… dissatisfied.”
The imp looked a little confused for a moment but then he puffed up his chest. “Damn right I would! It’s the least you can do.”
Angel’s smile tightened but he didn’t let his anger show. “A course,” he gestured with his hand, “why don’t we retire ta tha bar area. It’s an awful mess in here.” The imp strode towards the adjoining room as Angel addressed the other demons quickly and quietly. “Marcus, I want ya ta wait fa Geovanni. Bring him ta tha bar when he’s here. Lucia, get this cleaned up please.”
The imp strode into the adjoining room. It was a small bar area, with stools at the bar and several tables to stand at, or couches to sit on. Sometimes the workers brought customers in here to relax them or simply discuss terms. The imp clambered up onto a stool at the bar and Angel sat down next to him. He was surprised when Husk made his way around the bar.
“What can I get you,” he asked the imp.
“Moscow Mule.”
Husk turned a questioning gaze on Angel. “I’ll take a mimosa, please. Tha wine fa it is in tha fridge with tha juice.” He turned his attention to the imp as Husk got to work. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch ya name, mista?”
“Mumford,” the imp replied with some weird sense of pride, as though Angel would have any idea who he was.
“Right. Nice ta meet ya. I’m Angel-”
“Yeah, Angel Dust, the pornstar. I’ve seen your work. It’s a damn shame you don’t still make movies.” The demon’s gaze turned lewd as his eyes traveled over Angel. “No one takes dick quite like you.”
Angel’s eyes shot to Husk, who froze, a murderous glare on his face as he opened his mouth. Angel spoke quickly before the cat could say anything.
“How astute of ya, Mumford. Ya clearly have taste,” Angel observed, leaning forward into the demon’s space as he gave the imp a wicked grin. “Do ya mind if I ask ya a few questions? I just want ta know exactly what went wrong so I can betta serve my customas in tha future. Ya undastand?”
The imp swallowed as he shook his head yes. “Of course.”
Husk set a drink in front of the imp, a little too hard, before setting a flute in front of Angel. Angel quickly grabbed the drink, letting his fingers surreptitiously brush Husk’s. The cat’s gaze flicked from the imp to Angel who tried to tell him to relax without saying anything. Husk slowly pulled his hand back, nodding before crossing his arms and leaning back against the well behind him.
Angel lifted his drink to the imp before sipping it. “So, Mumford. What, exactly did ya initially negotiate fa services with Pearl?”
The demon’s eyes shifted around and Angel could tell he was trying to decide how best to answer that. “Well, that’s… personal.”
Angel giggled. “Oh, don’t worry, baby. I’ve heard it all before. Ain’t nothin ya could say that would surprise little ol me.” He winked at the demon as he held a finger to his lips. “I won’t tell no one if ya worried about that. Discretion is key fa my customas.”
“W-well you know, the whole shebang, no holes off limits, for her, not me,” the demon quickly clarified. Angel nodded in encouragement and the demon kept going. “She agreed to let me cuff her, and,” the demon’s eyes shifted again, “pain.”
“Pain?” Angel cocked his head to the side. “What kind a pain?”
“Well, initially… she said anything that didn’t break the skin was fair game. But, but, midway through she was willing to renegotiate! Yeah! We were having such a good time, and I was willing to pay for it. She said I could use the knife.”
The imp said it firmly as though that would help Angel believe his story. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Geovanni and Marcus enter the bar. They stood near the doorway, waiting quietly for Angel’s orders. Angel smiled at the imp.
“A course she did. I’m just curious how she ended up in pieces though? That seems a tad much fa knife play.”
“S-she agreed to it. I offered her a lot of money. Ten grand! She was happy to accept that much. She’ll tell you when she comes back!”
“Oh, I’m sure,” Angel agreed politely before taking a long drink from his glass and setting it down. He turned the glass by the stem, waiting as the demon took a drink and set his glass back down too. “There’s just a little somethin that confuses me, Mumford.”
“What’s that,” the imp asked with irritation in his voice.
“Well, see the thing is,” Angel said as he turned back to the imp. His smile turned sadistic as he grabbed the imp’s head, slamming it into his glass on the counter. Blood sprayed out as the imp screamed in pain. Angel held his head down, grinding it into the broken glass. “Pearl don’t like pain a any kind ya lyin piece a shit.”
“N-no, she-”
Angel punched the demon in the mouth, cutting off his words. “Shut tha fuck up. It’s my turn ta talk Mumford and I don’t appreciate being interrupted. Especially by a little pissant like you.” Angel put his face close to the demon’s, clicking his tongue. “It’s fuckin rude ta interrupt me’n I don’t appreciate rudeness. We clear?”
The imp nodded as best he could with his face pushed into the bar top still. Angel snapped his fingers at the demons by the door as he sat the imp upright in the stool. Geovanni stepped up, grabbing the imp’s arms and wrenching them behind the little demon. Angel let go of his head and grabbed a napkin from the bar top, wiping the blood off of his fist before turning his attention back to the bleeding imp.
“Now, we got a problem, Mumford. See, I know tha rules was explained ta ya. All my customas are given tha specific set a rules fa Honeysuckle. Do ya rememba tha first rule, suga?”
The imp only glared at him and Angel sighed before gesturing to Geovanni. He took a sip of his mimosa as Geo bent one of the imps arms until a loud crack sounded. The demon screamed but Angel covered Mumford’s mouth with one of his hands.
“Shhhh,” he cooed at the demon as he ran the back of another hand down the demon’s face. “I got a killa headache and ya screamin is just pissin me off. Now,” he said as he removed his hands, “what is tha first rule, Mumsy?”
“Th-the whores decide what they do and don’t want to do.”
Angel backhanded the demon. “Don’t call them whores, Mumsy. They’re ladies and gentlemen. My ladies and gentlemen. I own them. Do ya undastand what that means? No? Well, let me explain. See, I ain’t like otha demons. I don’t let tha small stuff slide, and Mumsy, baby… this ain’t small fuckin stuff.”
He sat back, taking another drink as he stared the demon down. The imp looked properly terrified now.
“Now, see here’s tha problem. Ya didn’t follow tha rules and that’s just fuckin disrespectful ta me. How do I feel about that, Geo?”
“You hate that, Capo.”
Angel nodded. “I do. I don’t stand fa that shit. I can’t have demons thinkin I can be disrespected. It ain’t a good look fa me. So what am I ta do? Ya killed my lady. Normally, I would return tha fava. Problem is, you won’t come back Mumsy.”
The demon’s eyes widened as he shook his head. “No, please.”
Angel held up a hand and the demon closed his mouth, whimpering instead. Angel gestured for Marcus to step forward. The demon walked up next to Angel, glaring down at the imp. “It’s a real conundrum fa me. Mumford, this is Marcus. I bet ya didn’t know this but Marcus is Pearl’s husband.”
Mumford’s eyes shot to the demon. “No, I’m so-”
Angel’s hand shot out, gripping the demon’s throat as his nails dug in, blood leaked out around his fingers. “See, I believe I indicated it was time fa ya ta shut up. Ya ain’t very good at fuckin listenin are ya?” Angel shook his head as he took his hand back. “Ya picked tha wrong fuckin day ta mess with me, Mumsy. I’m too tired ta deal with this shit. Marcus?”
“Yes, Angel?”
“What do ya think I should do with him?”
“I think you should go back to bed and leave him with me.”
The imp shook his head emphatically. Angel raised two hands, palms up, as he shrugged. “Seems good ta me.” The imp began to squirm and whine as Angel stood from his stool. He ignored the demon’s protests even as he wiped his bloody fingers on Mumford 's shirt. “Geo, I’d like ya ta stay but don’t interfere unless Marcus asks ya to. Ya know what ta do with tha body when he’s done?”
Geo nodded and the imp began yelling as Angel walked away. His screams were abruptly cut off at the sound of something snapping. Angel heard softer cries as Husk joined his side, but the spider didn’t look back as they exited the bar. He simply closed the door behind them, looking to Lucia who was in the middle of sweeping up dirt. Towels lay all over the floor, soaking up the water from the fountain as she swept around them.
Lucia looked up at them, irritation on her face. “What’s ya problem,” Angel asked her.
“Why can’t Geovanni come clean up dirt while I watch the imp get tortured?”
Angel shook his head at her. “Ya so strange, Lucia. Ya already know ya can watch if ya get this cleaned up first.”
Lucia’s gaze moved to Husk and her face tightened further. “You got something to say pussycat?”
“Nope,” Husk replied calmly.
Lucia opened her mouth but Angel cut her off. “Lucia. Leave Husk out a this. He don’t give a shit what gets ya off. Neitha do I, so long as ya do ya damn job. Where is Medusa?”
“She’s taking care of Pearl’s body.”
“Fine, I’m goin back home. I ain’t had much sleep yet. Let her know I’ll get ahold a her lata but if she needs me before then she can call me.”
Lucia nodded, her gaze still firmly fixed on Husk. Angel still hadn’t looked at the cat, afraid of the judgment he’d see in his eyes. He made his way to the backdoor without another word. Husk didn’t speak either as they made their way out of the house. Angel stood outside, staring up at the black orb in the sky. He was tired, and it was more than just partying too hard the night before. He hated having to deal with demons like the imp. Demons who thought they could get away with whatever they wanted just because they’re all in Hell. It wasn’t an excuse to be shitty.
“You ready to go, Fluff?”
Angel made a noise of confirmation, turning to Husk without looking him in the eyes. Husk just picked him up before taking off. They didn’t talk on the flight home, for which Angel was grateful. When they landed in the garden, Husk set Angel down but the spider didn’t head for the house. He sat at the table instead, conjuring a cigarette. He stared at the nearly complete pond as he smoked. Pretty soon it would be done, and it was looking very nice. Talouse was likely proud of his work.
Husk cleared his throat and Angel finally looked at the cat seated across from him. Husk’s face was neutral as he stared Angel down. The cat didn’t say anything for a while, they just silently eyed one another as Angel smoked.
“You ok, Fluff?”
“I’m fine,” Angel replied quickly.
“You sure? You seem… I actually don’t fucking know. Not yourself though.”
“Same demon I was two hours ago,” Angel argued.
Husk raised his brows. “I know that.” He cocked his head to the side. “Do you think I feel differently about you now?” Angel looked away from the demon again. “Is that why you didn’t want me to go with you?”
When Angel didn’t respond Husk got up from the table and came around to the spider’s side. Angel looked up at him as the demon reached out and took his cigarette.
“Hey,” Angel protested.
Husk put the half smoked cigarette out in the ashtray before grabbing Angel’s hands and pulling him out of the chair. He kept hold of one of Angel’s hands as he led him back inside the house silently. Greta was in the kitchen now and she turned to them in surprise when they came in.
“You out so late?!”
“We had an emergency,” Husk clarified. “Now we’re going back to bed.”
He didn’t stop or slow down as he answered the slug. He led Angel all the way back to his room, shutting the door after he pulled the spider through it.
“What gives, Huska?”
“Shh. Just take your fucking dress off.”
Angel crossed his arms. “I ain’t exactly in tha mood, Whiskas.”
“Good, cause I wasn’t offering,” Husk retorted as he pulled his suspenders down and began unbuttoning his shirt.
Angel watched him remove the shirt and move on to losing his pants too. Angel sighed and pulled his dress over his head. Then Husk was there, taking hold of Angel’s hand again. He climbed into bed, Angel following suit. The cat waited for Angel to lay down before he laid half on top of the spider, his face in Angel’s fluff. He wrapped one arm around Angel’s waist and put the other one up straight so his hand was cupping the side of Angel’s face. His leg lay between Angel’s and his tail wrapped around one of Angel’s ankles.
Husk sighed in contentment but didn’t say anything else. Angel lay stiffly for a moment before he allowed himself to relax. He knew this was Husk’s way of letting the past several hours go for now. He had no delusions that the cat wouldn’t bring everything up later but they both needed more sleep first. He closed his eyes as he turned his face into the cat’s hand and tangled one of his own into the back of Husk’s head. He didn’t want to talk about it later either but he appreciated Husk prioritizing sleep over his obsessive need for answers.
He loved that about the cat.
Wait. His eyes popped open wide as his breath lurched in his chest.
“Stop thinking about shit and sleep, Fluff,” Husk murmured into Angel’s chest.
“Y-yeah, ok,” Angel replied, knowing how unlikely that was.
~~~~~
Eventually he must have passed out because he woke up all alone in his bed. Husk's hat and bowtie were gone too. Angel checked his phone but there were no messages from the cat either. He picked the shirt up off of the floor that Husk had worn the night before and brought it to his face. It smelled like the barcat.
Angel folded it and laid it on the bed, not wanting Zoey to put it in the laundry with the rest of the dirty clothes. Then he went into his closet and pulled out a black skirt and a simple soft tank top. He changed into them before putting his regular boots on and making his way downstairs. He was surprised and disappointed to find that Husk wasn't in the kitchen with Greta.
“Did Husk leave?”
“Long time ago,” Greta confirmed. “He say tell you his boss need him.”
“Oh.” Angel deflated some. “Ok. Well, that's probably fa tha best.”
Angel turned to leave but Greta stopped him. “You sit. Greta feed you.”
“I'm not hungry,” Angel said dismissively.
“You sit,” Greta said more forcefully. “You eat.”
Angel scowled at her. “I don't want food.”
She pointed the spoon in her hand at him. “You sit. You eat. Or Greta tell.”
Angel crossed his arms. “Ya goin ta tell Husk?”
“Yes.”
“I'm sooo glad ya brought him up. Should we talk about what ya were talkin ta Husk about?”
Greta pulled the fridge open and began pulling food out. “Husk say you ask Greta about that. He say to tell you mind business.”
“Too bad Husk ain't here ta back that up.”
Greta stopped. She was clearly thinking carefully as she spoke slowly and clearly. “He say Anton, no Antony, no like to lose choices. Not take choices from Greta just be noisy.”
“You mean nosey?”
“Yes! That!”
“I don't like ya talkin about me with Husk.”
“Why no like? Mr. Cat only say nice things.”
“I'm not worried about what Husk will say. It's you that says too much.”
“Can't say too much,” Greta disagreed. “Contract no let.”
Angel threw his hands up in the air. “Ya neva care what I say!”
Greta looked utterly offended by that statement. “Greta care! I watch, listen, see you with cat boy. You too stubborn, just like with Ms Cherri.”
“Greta!”
“Is true! When you decide Husk need to go away?”
Angel frowned at her. “That's not fair. I almost killed Cherri.”
“Told her no wake you. Bad idea.”
“So now it's Cherri’s fault?”
“Is no fault Anton! Is axe ee dent!”
Angel dragged a hand down over his face, the word frustration came to mind but that seemed too mild. She claimed he was stubborn but holy Hell was she pig-headed as fuck.
“Ok, fine. Whateva. It was an accident. I ain't goin ta send Husk away.”
Greta gave him a dubious look. “What about when he tell Anton he love him?”
“Stop. Husk ain't in love with me. Stop tellin us both that he is.”
“Uh huh. You love cat?”
Angel's face got warm. “N-no. I do not.”
“Anton…”
“Why do ya got ta insist on love? Why can't we just be friends?!”
Greta made a flemy irritated noise. “Anton so mean.”
“What are ya talkin about?” Angel was fully exasperated with the old demon at this point.
“Call him friend. Is mean. He not friend.”
“He is too.”
“Oh? He like being “just friend”?” Greta asked this with no small amount of sarcasm.
Angel opened his mouth to argue that Husk did like being his friend, but then he paused. Husk's face, when Angel had told Stolas they were just friends, flashed through his mind. Husk had gotten upset. Angel had assumed he just didn't want to hear about Vox, but what if that wasn't the cat's problem? Had Husk been upset at being called “just a friend”?
Greta focused on the food she was preparing while she talked at him. “Men, no men like you, real men .” Angel rolled his eyes. “They have pride! Husk have pride. Anton step on it.”
“What? No, I-”
“He like fly in Anton web. Refuse to put out of misery. Just tell you love him.”
“I do not love him!”
Angel didn't hear Greta’s response. He stopped listening to her as he stomped his way outside to sit at his table. He conjured up a cigarette but didn't have time to light it before Fat Nuggets bounced over, putting his little haunches up on Angel. He picked the pig up, letting him give kisses as he held the pig in front of him. He lifted Nuggs higher, looking at his cute little face.
“She's fuckin crazy, baby. Husk would tell me if he wanted somethin more from me. He don't beat around tha fuckin bush. Right?” Angel put the pig in his lap, absently petting him.
Would he though?
Angel had made his position on their relationship very clear. He'd told Husk he was upset they couldn't be together, but then he'd referred to him as just his friend, and Husk hadn't protested. Husk seemed to accept the limitations of what Angel said they could have. He'd said he wanted whatever Angel was able to give him.
He loved that about Husk.
He respected all of Angel's boundaries to the best of his ability. The effort was clear. Even when Husk didn't like it, didn't understand it, didn't agree with it… He let Angel call all the shots. He seemed to understand that Angel needed that. He'd argued with Greta that Angel needed to be allowed to make whatever choices he wanted.
He loved that about Husk.
Even though he pushed Angel regularly, he'd begun to show that he was figuring out when to push Angel and when not to. A month ago Husk would have pestered Angel about everything that had happened this morning. Instead he'd known exactly what Angel needed. The comfort and connection they shared when they were wrapped up together was something Angel had only had once before. He'd still been alive then, and even that lacked the deeper bond that their magic seemed to allow them to have.
He loved that about Husk.
Husk had turned him down for sex several times now. He knew Husk wanted him. It wasn't something the demon had ever tried to hide. His flirting, his heated looks, the lust he felt for Angel… They were so clear. Yet, he'd turned him down. Twice. Greta was wrong, Angel was every bit as much a man as Husk. His refusals hurt Angel's pride. No one turned down Angel Dust. He turned them down.
But he loved that about Husk.
It clearly wasn't about sex for the demon. He'd prioritized Angel above his own desires. In fact, he consistently did that. He'd gotten up, hungover and on little sleep, just to be with Angel while the spider was dealing with something stressful. Vox would never do that. Val would have actively made it worse.
He loved that Husk wasn't like them at all. But how many things could he say he loved about the demon without admitting to himself that maybe…
He shook his head. No. He did not love Husk. He liked him, and maybe he was being unfair in the way he was treating the cat. Maybe he needed to change something about their… relationship. Maybe Husk deserved more than Angel was allowing him but that didn't mean that Angel loved Husk. That was making Husk more important than he was. He was important! Just not that important.
Angel pulled out his phone. Bringing up his texts with Husk.
I'm sorry I missed you leaving.
Thank you for going with me this morning.
I didn't want you to go, and we can talk about that later.
But I did appreciate your help.
I enjoyed going out with you last night. A lot.
I shouldn't have been a dick when we got back to my place.
You probably want to talk about that too but, for now, I'm sorry.
And I just want you to know… I wish you were here with me.
Several long minutes later Angel got a response.
Can't talk right now.
He tried very hard not to be upset. He knew Husk was with Alastor. Who the fuck knew what they were doing? It certainly wasn't the best time for Angel to try and talk to him. He couldn't help feeling a little let down though. And then another message popped up.
But fucking Hell did I not want to leave your bed this morning.
I've concluded my study and yours will always be miles better than my shit bed.
Cause you're in it.
Angel felt like he was melting while his heart was simultaneously beating its way right out of his chest. He swallowed against his dry mouth. Then looked down at Nuggs. The pig tilted his head in question.
“Oh yeah. Daddy definitely isn't in love,” he told the pig firmly. He was pretty sure Nuggs frowned at him but that was probably all in his head too.