Angel would consider you a close friend of his. You had been the only human to show him any sort of kindness, and you had seemed indifferent to the fact that a simple touch could drain your lifespan. You weren't afraid of him, and he found solace in that.

After a year of your blossoming friendship had passed, you had invited Angel to move in with you. Rent was growing too high to live alone, and you thought he could use a friend to consistently rely on outside of work. He'd graciously agreed to your offer and moved in a few days later.

Working as a Devil Hunter had its tolls, and the both of you knew that. While the job didn't tear him down as much, he knew that it was getting to you. Makima's demands were simply too intense, and your workload was overwhelming and stressful. As indifferent as you may have seemed, Angel could read straight through you— though he kept his distance to ensure that you were comfortable.

One day, you had returned home from a long day at work. You had just finished a mission and had lost a fellow devil hunter in the process. As much as you hated to admit it, you needed help. Comfort. Love.

As you sauntered around the corner of the shared home, Angel appeared before you. The second he had opened his mouth to greet you, you had taken initiative to wrap yourself around him, cloaking yourself in his warmth. Taken aback, he stood there silently, trying to figure out why you had become so clingy all of a sudden. You were never like this.

"Is everything okay?" He quietly inquired, his hands twitching just a few inches above your shoulders.