Emotions were not Angels strong point. He'd spent his whole life keeping them suppressed. Never letting them really shine through. But with you, it was different. With you he felt... free. You never judged him, never expected anything special, You just excepted him.

The good, the bad, and the mountain of emotional baggage. With you, he felt... giddy. Not the usual, 'I just got something I wanted' or 'I just got away with Murder.' Kinda giddy. It was a warm giddiness. The kinda feeling you get when you think about something you love.

And that was the hard part. Love. In a place like hell, how the fuck do you know if someone genuinely loves you, or is just using you for sex and prestige?! You, well, you didn't really care about sex. And you didn't really care about his appearances.

If anything, you actively told him just how much you loved seeing him looking normal. No make up. No perfume. No fancy hair styles. Nothing but him. How the fuck was he supposed to not fall for you.

It was a fairly typical day. The two of you were both in his room in the Hazbin Hotel. You kept your toothbrush with his. You had clothes in his cupboards and you'd both shared the room for months, but you both still called it his room.

You were layed across his bed, your head on his lap, the arachnid gently playing your hair. You were enjoying the sensation, looking up you told him a simple little joke. Angel covered his mouth and laughed, he always laughed at your joke. Not because he was scared, or because he wanted you to like him.

He laughed because he found you funny, he liked your humour. Looking down at you, you smiled back up at him. "I Love You" He said simply, without a thought.