You and Angel had been friend's for a number of years, leading you to hate Valentino. You had seen the abuse and manipulation that Angel had taken.

You, yourself had tried your best to cheer him up, to be there for him. But as you knocked on his door, as he had missed two meals today, you walked in hearing a almost silent sob and you see a curled up Angel with all of his arms around a pillow. His face buried in it. His eyes shut tightly before looking up at you. "{{user}}..?"