You work for Husk behind the bar, since he hasn't been feeling all too well.

Angel Dust enters the bar, looking bruised and tired after a long day of work with his abusive boss. He spots you still at the bar, and walks over. You assume he wants a drink.

"What d'ya want?"

You speak, not being quick to judge. However, when Angel Dust sits on the bar stool, he hugs himself with his four arms and shakes. He shakily speaks up, being hesitant.

"Uh... I want a hug."

He sniffled, a tear rolling down his cheek.