Chapter Text
A lot can change in twenty seconds
A lot can happen in the dark
Love when it makes you lose your bearings
Some information's not for sharing
Use different names at hotel check-ins
It's hard to stop it once it starts
It starts …
- Billie Bossa Nova - Billie Eilish
Husker wasn’t exactly the most patient being, there was something about Angel Dust that grated on his nerves. Upon meeting him, getting right up in his personal space really, literally, rubbed him the wrong way. He usually avoided people like Angel. Those spotlight stealing, life of the party type of people. Upon first brush, Angel was loud, demanding and had absolutely no boundaries.
Try as he might to ignore him, even upon speaking to the group generally, Angel was always looking at him, meeting his eye line, regardless if Husk was even speaking to Angel directly or not. Husk wasn’t nervous about making eye contact or addressing someone but something about Angel connecting to him, being the first to respond to whatever Husk was saying, really unnerved him. Like Angel was paying too much attention, listening too well, looking too hard.
However, Charlie or Vaggie would make eye contact and communicate just as intensely but there was something about the way Angel would almost turn his own spotlight onto him. It was overwhelming, frustrating – out of character for himself to get so unnerved. Usually Husk was apathetic and dismissive. But Angel had this way of throwing Husk off. Husk would try to snap back, throw the ball back his way but it would just get Angel going further. He was so quick witted, but so was Husk. So they would spiral. He hadn't been here long, but even just a few days at the bar, Husk could get a quick read on everyone.
This time in particular, Angel was making conversation with Alastor about forcing people to stay at the hotel – “...you think I would be here if he wasn't forcing me to be here?”
“ What? You don't love being here with me, whiskers?” Angel immediately shot back, turned over the edge of the couch to look at Husk across the room. Husk felt his stomach squeeze, he didn't even remember what he was talking about . But that wasn't exactly what sent Husk over into fight mode.
“ Call me whiskers again and I'll shove this bottle down your throat.” Husk said confidently, pointing a finger at Angel– ignoring the wobbly feeling he got. He figured that would shut him up. Husk felt a split second of relief, thinking he had won with that one.
However, Husk watched in slight horror as Angel’s eyebrows shot up, his grin getting wider, perking up almost, making direct eye contact and saying to him
“ Oooh, kinky! Come on, keep talking dirty!” Angel shouted, wiggling his fingers towards Husk. Vaggie thankfully interrupted, but Husk was still reeling. Vaggie lectured Angel about leaving Husk alone, which Husk instantly relaxed. Angel turned around to talk back to Vaggie. Husk could retreat.
It's not even that Husk was naturally introverted, being a little bit drunk all the time made him swing between introvert and extrovert a lot. He thought of himself as accepting, moody, dismissive– yeah sure, everyone had their shit. Everyone was complicated. But Angel’s carefree attitude, the big show off, like who has the energy to act like this in Hell?
Vaggie had later called a meeting of their own, not really sure why he needed to be a part of it– but he was just drunk enough to manage. He went to sit on the couch, perfectly far away from Angel who was on the other end. He crossed his arms, and looked over Niffty. Angel was sitting with his legs draped over the arm of the couch, but he started twisting over his shoulder to look at Husk. Angel perked up his eyebrows, stupid grin on his face.
Husk felt his eye twitch. See, this is what he was talking about. Everything was fine, until Angel had to start bothering him, paying attention to him. Luckily, the moment Vaggie started talking, Angel relaxed his face, looking actually pretty bored, and Husk quickly turned his attention to her as well. They were going to shoot a commercial– be in a scene together.
He felt his stomach dip. Next thing Husk knew, he was behind the bar with a script in his hands. Angel, eyes closed, smug grin as always, sitting on a stool in front of the bar. No script. Relaxed. He is a professional at being on camera obviously. Confident. Idiot.
“ Action!” Vaggie points at Husk and Angel.
Husk lifts the paper to his face, reading the lines. Guess he should have read this first. He was street smart, but this stuff just isn't his thing. He can hear Angel’s knee twitching against the bar. He gets to the end of his paragraph – “ … can I help you with anything?”
Not even missing a beat, Angel starts on his part of the scene, “ I’ve been a bad boy – and I need a big strong daddy to put me in my place –” Husk feels Angel’s upper hands slide across his chin, and hold there as Angel’s long legs stretch himself over the bar. Husk is trying to just look at Angel’s face – Husk bites his own lip. Holding it together. Distraction. He looks at Angel, practically pleading to stop, and Angel quickly looks away and turns himself around to get into a new position.
Angel lounges on the top of the bar – elbows propping himself up, one knee over the other. It looks so easy for him. How is he so flexible? Husk stares, easily keeping his mean mug cemented to his face. Even though he was mildly – mildly, fascinated at how Angel could move his body. He looks back down at the script as Angel finishes his part.
“ Well, you come –”
Angel moans, tilting his head back enough to cover Husk’s camera frame.
“ … to the right place …” Goddamn it. Nevermind.
Vaggie stops the scene, giving them both notes. Memorize? Act? Husk wasn’t good at any of this stuff. He was good at cards, and drinking and making drinks. Plus having Angel as his scene partner in this was a little intimidating. This was his job.
“ …well we could improv this shit babycakes.” Angel flips over onto this stomach, draped across the bar. Taking Husk’s hand holding the script, and putting his other hand on his face again. Squishing in his cheek. Always touching him, always teasing him. Husk started to feel embarrassed again at all the attention Angel was giving him. He knew Angel didn't annoy anyone else like this. Why was it always him?
Husk lifted up his free hand, put his hand on Angel’s face, a much less dignified gesture than Angel’s was to Husk, and pushed him clean off the bar. Angel slid backwards and off the bar with a yelp. And just as quickly, Husk had a fresh bottle in his hand. Time to forget this ever happened.
After that, Husk had seen Angel only a little bit the next few days, serving him relatively quietly at the bar. A few grunts and sighs and simple drink orders. A cranberry vodka, a shot or two before or after and then off to bed Angel went. After they started having a new slithery guest, he could tell Angel was a bit deflated plus coming and going from his work. He didn't really mind Angel in this setting, and weirdly found him less annoying, even though Husk had to admit, to himself and himself only– that it was kind of boring.
After Angel’s skit with Sir Pentious, he looked so ridiculous by the way, it was nice getting to see Angel off his balance for once. Performing in a way that didn't suit him, Husk felt a little smug watching him struggle, being embarrassed up there. Husk sat a little more comfortably on the couch.
Charlie stood up, congratulating Pentious on a job well done, clapping and moving towards Pentious. “ At this rate you’ll be redeemed in no time!” Husk took a swig of his beer, glanced over at Angel – who for the first time since he’s known him –looked sad?? Could that be right? Husk hadn't seen Angel show any other emotion besides stupid, happy, idiot. This was something different.
“I-I’m going to bed.” he declared, walking towards the stairs. Husk got up to start walking away, heading back to the bar, trying to not think anything of it. Angel will be fine. He’s probably just tired. But Husk couldn't help himself, he glanced over, taking another swig and turning just his eyes towards the staircase so at least to someone else he was just stopping to have another drink.
And Husk sees Angel.
Looking down, looking upset, staring at the stairs, then looking back up over his shoulder to the rest of the group gathering around Pentious. Charlie’s praise for Pentious loudly in the background. Why does he look so hurt? He’s never seen Angel look this way. This was new. Unnerving. Sad. It's not like Angel was taking this redemption thing that seriously anyway.
Why would he even give a fuck?
But something else wasn't right. Husk looked away. Angel for once didn’t even notice Husk looking at him. Maybe this was something he was not supposed to see. He shifted his eyes back towards the bar and kept it moving.
A couple hours later, it is quiet in the lobby. Husk had already started cleaning up to get ready to head to his room for the night. He put all the glasses he just finished cleaning onto a tray. He carefully put down the tray with all the excess clean glasses on the ground to carefully put them in the cabinets below. Kneeling down, he’s thinking about Angel again.
Maybe he really was embarrassed, had feelings. Maybe he just puts on a mask. Maybe he was judging Angel too harshly. Sometimes you feel like you have to put up a front to get people to like you, but Angel didn't really have to do that, he was likable enough. Maybe not for Husk personally, but he never got the vibe that anyone here disliked Angel. Why would that brash loud mouth not just confront Charlie? The same way he usually confronts Husk.
Husk goes to stand up after putting the glasses away and his head hits something long and thin, able to stretch across from the bar to the shelf. He’s startled, turns around– flips out two playing cards ready. “Ahh! Shit– I didn't know you were still here, you're so small, kneelin’ down, I couldn't see ya down there, kitty.”
It was Angel, all four of his hands up upon seeing the cards. “ I didn't mean to scare ya, I thought since you were gone, I’d just grab a bottle myself.” He’s grinning, obviously caught. Husk sighed and put his cards back in his pants pocket.
“I could just make you something.” Husk shrugs, grabbing a glass from the shelf behind him. “Cranberry vodka? Something else? Something stronger?” Angel puts his arms down, seeming to also relax. Angel pulls himself around and gets on one of the stools, putting two elbows up on the bar and the lower two on his hips.
“Are ya sure? I don’t wanna put you out for just me– unless … you also want me to put out for you.” Angel chuckles, but not, the usual booming Angel laugh. Not the same eyebrow wiggle. He just says it. Like it's a joke. Husk snorts.
“You’re ridiculous, I don't mind making you something– no need to put out, I’m here anyway.” Husk says, shaking his head, he turns his back to Angel to start his drink, putting in less ice, to start – “Plus I would hope your boss charges more for you than a cranberry vodka.”
Angel made an indecipherable noise at the mention of his boss, but shifted gears quickly to laughing somewhat in surprise. “Wow Husky, I thought you were gonna blow your lid again, me flirtin’ with you and all.”
“Flirting? You’re not flirting with me.” Husk shakes his head, back still to Angel, pouring in two, ehhh, three shots in the glass. “You just like annoying me. Like it is fun for you or something.”
“Haha, I mean, why can’t it be both?” Angel put his arms resting on the bar into a shrug. “Annoyingly flirtatious.” Angel slicks his hair back and puffs his chest out with a toothy grin.
“Now that should be your porn star name.” Husk took his head, and finished off just the top quarter of the glass with cranberry juice, stuck a straw in and turned to slide it directly across the bar from himself to Angel. Angel snorted, and started laughing again.
“That would probably be a tough sell to Val. No sense of humor, that guy.” A pause “ At least even though you can be a mean, drunk, cranky asshole Husky, at least you’re funny.” Angel leans his hand on one of his cheeks to rest on. No malice or joking in his tone. He just says it.
“Yeah whatever.” Husk said back, also no malice in his tone. He looked at Angel, making sure he was enjoying his drink, and their eyes met.
Angel was doing that thing again, looking at Husk even when Husk wasn't looking at him. So when their eyes met, that means Angel was already staring. Something in Husk sunk, or stirred or moved, he wasn't quite sure. He hadn't ever really, really looked at Angel before.
Angel is pretty cute, actually.
What the fuck was that? He was so used to darting his eyes away whenever he got that deep feeling in his stomach. So he wasn’t used to actually taking in the form before him. There was something about Angel’s unusual expression though– what was it? Soft, maybe? Different. This was throwing Husk off balance again. So annoying.
“What’s up Husky?” Angel laughed, “ What are you gawkin for?” Angel sipped on his drink. Husk looked a second too long at Angel’s tongue finding the straw in his drink. That feeling again surged.
“You were looking at me first, idiot.” Husk didn't sound as confident as he wanted to when it came out of his mouth. He was trying to call him out a bit, maybe get an answer, bring reality to the situation.
“Hmmm, maybe.” Angel grinned, stepping out from around the stool, “ Can I take this to go baby?” Husk frowned as Angel was obviously starting to leave anyway. Angel wasn’t looking at him anymore. Seeming to actively avoid it the same way he would.
“What would you even do if I said no? Like you’d even listen.” Husk said as Angel pushed the stool in, standing his full height.
“You know me so well, Husky.” Angel leaned forward, chest fluff pressing on the bar, looking directly at him one last time and winked. Husk went rigid. This was so fucking annoying. Angel stood up and turned away on his heels to go up the stairs, waving the half drank cranberry vodka as a thank you. “I'll bring the glass back down when I’m done, and maybe grab that whole bottle for myself. Just don’t narc’ on me to Charlie.”
Husk was left there, stomach turning, tense, heavy and frustrated. He hated this. How could Angel be annoying, then fine, then infuriating? He hated moving with Angel’s waves, like Angel had all the control over him, the upper hand. He tried to ignore him, let it go, bridge the gap even, but he couldn’t grasp onto anything. He hated how fake Angel seemed, like which side of Angel was real? No read on him. Was the Angel teasing him on the couch real? Was the Angel staring at the stairs real? Why does he want to see this “real” side of Angel? What would that even solve?
Why did he even give a fuck?
A few days later they were on a rooftop, getting thrown off by Vaggie. The whole of the events today were all about trusting each other. They had just left the bondage club, at Angel’s suggestion to build trust. Husk thought he might enjoy the more hands on approach but realizing he would have to do this with the group, instantly brought that feeling back to his stomach in a bad way.
Husk had started relatively foundational relationships so he wasn't exactly mistrusting. He had no reason to believe anybody was out to get him, or lying. But engaging in that particular trust building that was so sexually charged was a bit weird, boundary crossing. And it was Angel’s idea and Angel was there. He knew he couldn’t avoid interacting with him in that setting especially after earlier there being a weird moment between them.
Of course Angel had to joke earlier while was up on the stage for the trust falls. Husk had yelled at him to quit being a jackass and again Angel shot back at him with another retort and jumped off the stage and into his arms.
Angel was strangely light, and Husk had no issue holding him up. Catching him by the back and under his knees. At least that’s how he had to reconfigure it in his head. Really the honest truth was he had a hand on his lower back, his long slim torso and under the crook of his knees, the middle of his long, long legs. This was the first time he’s really touched Angel in any capacity. So feeling his waist, his legs, the full weight of him, how small he was in his large hands, the sensitivity on his paws, sent his stomach into overdrive.
Husk also wasn't expecting him to only jump to him, and Husk hated that he was so prepared to catch him. Why didn’t he just step backwards and let him fall? Something about it obviously caught Angel off guard as well, a simple pause before Angel looked him right in the eyes– “ and you know – dicks too.” He grinned at Husk and Husk’s immediate reaction was – drop.
Angel looked up from the floor after landing on his ass. He didn't even acknowledge Husk dropping him, just moved on to who was next to go up. Husk thought that was weird. He expected him to start going in on him, start another fight. Husk was ready. But nothing came of it. Angel just got up, and stood next to him, crossing all four arms, leaning his way to watch Niffty jump off the stage. Comfortable, composed. He waited for Angel to comment, say something stupid. But nothing came of it.
Husk kept replaying it in his mind. He watched suspiciously as Sir Pentious and Angel were lifted by Vaggie and thrown off the balcony. Husk quickly retreated backwards, quietly into the stairway where they came in from. Husk sighed in relief as they didn't seem to notice he bounced out of there. Why didn’t Angel react at all when he dropped him?
Why do you even give a fuck?
Husk leaned behind the door in the stairway, rubbing his paw down across his face. Man, it's been a long day. He moves away from the doorway and closer to the stairs on the landing, leaning against the wall. He reached in his pocket, and found his pack of cigarettes. He pulled one out, not even thinking to bring any alcohol with him but at least he had something to take the edge off. He pulled one out, along with his lighter and lit the rough end of it while breathing in deep. The nicotine surged taking with it some of the weird feelings he's had to subside. He wondered if the constant alcohol buzz was making him zero in too much on his new found environment. Maybe sobering up could help, or possibly getting more drunk would help.
And not even with Angel, but everything going on with the impending extermination, Alastor, Charlie– at least though if he didn’t have to deal with Angel this all might be easier to deal with, or even ignore with a bottle of whiskey.
But why? Why was this spider taking up so much of his brain space? It’s like he couldn't get a moment without being assaulted by this idiot. Literally and metaphorically. It's like he couldn't catch a break from him. Caught in his waves. Husk didn’t know how long he was standing there musing, the soft stream of smoke billowing up from his cigarette.
“Goddamn it! Why the fuck is the only way back up here the stairs!? What building doesn’t have an elevator nowadays!?”
Husk looks down at the stairwell landing below– a surprised look on his face.
“Ahhhh Whiskers! Oh thank fuck, gimmie onea those.” Angel drops an unconscious Pentious’ tail and lets him slide down the other half of stairs to the top floor. Angel doesn’t even skip a beat or turn around to see the damage to Pentious as a soft groan comes from half a floor below. Before Husk can even blink, Angel is on the top step next to Husk, basically only a few inches taller than him than the usual foot and a half. Angel’s eyes are in perfect line with his and Husk looks away to face forward only to see Angel’s hand opening and closing into a fist in a gimme gimme fashion.
Husk looks back at Angel with an attitude and Angel is positively pleading. “Husky please, what’s a guy gotta do to bum a cigarette?”
Husk pulls the cigarette from his mouth with a huff, closes his eyes to blow out the smoke he just inhaled. As he’s pulling it out and seemingly down to his side, Angel catches his hand halfway through the motion, his hands are so small compared to his– plucks the cigarette and sticks it in his mouth in a swift motion, “Ahhhh, thanks baby.”
Husk shivers. The unwanted touching, his hand on his, the stealing of his cigarette, the pet names.
“I was going to grab you one of your own, you idiot.” Husk grunted, as he started to reach back into his pocket to grab a fresh one.
“Nah, we can just share. You just started this one anyway. I wanted to just take the edge off, man it’s been a long day, don't cha think?” Angel said around the cigarette in his mouth and took a long huff.
Angel leaned against the wall next to Husk while still on the step beneath the landing and took a second to breathe out the smoke, his mouth an o shape as he blew it into the air above them. Husk was watching him, kind of throwing him off that they were almost the same height right now. Why was this so weirdly sensual? So secluded. Was Angel hitting on him? No– that, oh there’s that heavy feeling. Shifting gears.
“ Why do you think I am hiding in here and not going out there? I saw you guys get tossed and said fuck that and hid in here.”
“ Well since we obviously hidin’ in here anyway, maybe we can share two cigarettes instead of just this one.” Angel looked over at him and winked, moving the cigarette to his mouth again to take another drag.
Husk rolled his eyes, “ I don't know why we even have to share one, or two in the first place. I can give you one of your own. This isn't a joint or nothin.” He watched as Angel blew out smoke again, seemingly ignoring him and meanwhile held the cigarette out to Husk. Husk took it from Angel’s fingers and stared at the butt of it.
Angel’s mouth was on this.
Why the fuck do you care?
Husk put the cigarette to his lips and felt Angel’s eyes on him again. Angel leaned his head against the wall, turned to look at Husk. Husk could feel Angel observing him as he took a drag and blew out the smoke quickly above, watching as the remnant of Angel’s smoke mixed with his. Creating swirls above them.
“ I guess we just killin’ time sharin’ two instead’a quickly goin’ through one each. You wanna go back out there so quickly or do we wanna just chill in here for a reasonable amount of time to be gone?” Angel grinned, “I thought you'd be one-a those kids in school playin’ hooky, skippin’ class. Were you a good boy in school, Husky?” Angel chuckled. “Or are ya gonna smoke in the stairway with me until the teachers catch us?”
Husk shook his head, a half smile on his face, “ You’re stupid.”
“You got a flask wit’ cha’ Husky? Sip and smoke?” Angel’s eyebrows perked up.
“Nahh, to be honest, I didn't think we were doin’ all these field trips. Believe me, I would've brought something. The cigarettes were the best I got.”
There was a beat of silence, Husk could feel Angel looking at him, as Husk tried to keep his eyes on the wall in front of them or the smoke above, or anywhere else. He wasn't nearly as uncomfortable in his stomach as he usually is around Angel. Was he starting to enjoy his company or was it just the nicotine starting to take hold? He really needed to have a drink to help him out.
What came out of Husk, even surprised himself, maybe he is sobering up. “ I think right now, I would rather smoke with you in the stairway until they catch us. You are an idiot, but at least sometimes you can chill the fuck out and be cool.”
Angel gasped jokingly, “ Wow, you know how to make a guy feel special, Whiskers. I’m cool all the time. And an idiot…why can’t I be both?” Angel reached for the cigarette, bringing it to his lips and taking a drag. He pulled the cigarette away from his mouth, and blew out the smoke up again, Husk watching the smoke fill the air above them. Husk looked at Angel expectantly, holding his hand out to take the cigarette for his turn.
“Remember when you caught me earlier?” Angel said looking at Husk’s hand, half lidded eyes. “Durin’ the trust fall shit.”
“Yeah, what about it?” Husk said, now opening and closing his fist in a gimme gimme fashion. “It was earlier this morning, of course I remember.” Husk furrowed his brows, irritated.
“I was surprised at how strong you were, you’re smaller than me but you were holdin’ me up like I was nothin’ at all.” Angel held the cigarette between his two fingers, the other upper arm on his hip and his lower set crossed across his waist. His thin waist. He had his hand on that waist. He could hold the whole thing around maybe with just one hand. Could he – “What’s up with that Husky?”
“It's not even that I am strong, you just don’t weigh anything.” Husk chuckled, shrugging against the wall, looking at Angel and moving his eyes back to the cigarette, back and forth hoping Angel would get the hint. Angel seemed to be in his own world though. “ Are you going to let me have my turn?”
Angel blinked, coming back to, “Yeah, nevermind Husky, get your own cigarette.” He taps the loose ash off the end of it.
Husk sighed, reaching back into his pocket again, pulling out another cigarette, and his lighter. Husk propped the cigarette into his mouth, holding it with two fingers to begin to light it.
“Wait, wait, wait! I wanna see if this works, I’ve seen it in the movies but I dunno if it actually works.” Angel grabbed Husk’s wrist holding the lighter, pushing it back to Husk’s side and Husk glared at him. “Maybe it's a camera trick or somethin, movie magic.”
“The fuck you talking about?”
Angel took Husk by the shoulders and turned him to face him, leaning in with his lit cigarette, sucking in to get it to cherry at the end and pressing it gently to the end of Husk’s unlit cigarette.
Too close, too close.
Husk froze, watching Angel’s eyes half lidded, so close, their faces, are those freckles more eyes, is that why Husk always feels like he is being watched? He didn’t know Angel had like 10 fucking eyeballs. What was that earlier when he was thinking about his waist? Could he really wrap one hand around it? Would he need both hands? Husk noticed they both instinctively tilted their heads opposite to get the correct angle like as if they were– as if they were about to – about to –
Uh – where’d the fuck that all come from?
Angel’s eyes brighten and he laughs, looks right into Husk’s eyes and laughs as the streams of smoke rolls between them.
“ Oh my god, Whiskers that really worked.”
Husk frowned, “ Of course it would light.” He inhales, taking in the hit, letting the nicotine calm him again.
“Now I have a new party trick, you know, with all my other party tricks.” Angel wiggled his eyebrows at Husk. Husk rolled his eyes.
“ Like I said – and I’ll keep saying it, you’re an idiot. You’ll look so stupid going around a party lighting everyone's cigarettes like that– looking like you're about to make out with them.” Angel looked quizzically at Husk. “But I keep saying it, it’s not like you have any boundaries with anyone, you just do whatever you want. All the time. Making everyone uncomfortable. You don't care how you make people feel.”
“ What? Where’d all that come from?” Angel starts with his attitude. Husk swallowed deep, feeling caught, he said too much. “ Make out with them? Make everyone uncomfortable? What the fuck? Whatever Kitty, you’re so judgemental sometimes, not everyone can be as cool as you.” Angel rolls his eyes.
“ Why the fuck do you care?”
Husk freezes.
That’s the same thing he’s been asking himself.
Why does he care?
Why does he care so much that Angel looks at him? That their eyes meet from across a room.
Why is he always analyzing him?
It’s none of his business anyway. But he can’t help but feel frustrated, where is this coming from?
“Sometimes, you’re nice to me and stuff, and I feel like we are friends who just are dicks to each other in like– a jokey way or whateva. Sometimes you talk to me like you don't talk to other people. And I think maybe I've gotten to know a special side a’ you' so I decide to show you some different sides a’ me. And then I mess with you, and you get so fuckin pissed off a’ me. I’m not even doin’ anything and you’re always frownin or being a dick. But like– think about it shit bag, when have I actually genuinely ever been an asshole to you?”
Husk didn’t know what to say – he hadn’t meant for things to escalate into a fight, he just felt this constant surge of frustration at Angel. The same thing he always feels around Angel. It’s like he can’t help it. He’s partially protecting himself from Angel in a way. But from what? Angel is right , he’s not really doing anything to him. So what is this?
Angel is getting the sense from Husk that he’s not going to get an answer and walks down the stairs to grab Pentious and drag him back up the final set of stairs he just walked down. Husk watches him walk down the stairs and back up again.
“ Angel.” Husk says, peeling himself off the wall to try to stand in Angel’s way as Angel tries to storm past him with unconscious Pentious over his shoulder.
“ I thought we were finally gettin’ along.” Angel said, looking over Pentious’ tail at him. He pushes past Husk and opens the door to reveal himself to Charlie and Vaggie. Angel acts as if he just finished walking up all the stairs. Guess he is just a good actor, or maybe he faked all this, or maybe he’s faking all that. Maybe everything with Angel is just an act.
Husk makes his way down the stairs before everyone, to avoid having to walk near Angel on the way back. Maybe he should have kept to himself, just sat behind his bar. He’s not even working towards redemption, he’s only here because of Alastor anyway.
But something is nagging at him about the stuff Angel said. He said he thought they were friends but Husk was the one keeping him at a distance. Was Angel actually trying to be friends with Husk?
Why the fuck do you even care?