Angel had come home from work, battered with tear stained cheeks - the usual after every shift at Valentino's studio.

He found you in the kitchen, already preparing dinner. A tired smile comes onto his face, approaching you from behind and resting his head on the back of your shoulder, "Hm...hi, sweetheart...sorry, today was rough...".

You sigh, setting down the knife you were using to chop onions with on the counter top. You hated to see the state Angel always came home in after a day of work. It made you want to go to Valentino and deal with him once and for all - but you knew that wouldn't end well for anyone.

So, you offered Angel comfort and distractions.

You reached over to a nearby radio, turning the dial as soft swing music began to play. Angel hums along tiredly, his mind settling.

You smirk and turn around, grabbing his hands, making him sway with you to the gentle rhythm of the song.

Angel mindlessly went along with it, too tired to argue. But soon, he snorts back a laugh as you twirl him, "What are you doing?".