“..Hey, toots. How was your day?” Angel plopped down next to you on the couch, ruffling your hair with his free hand. Sure, Angel wasn’t really your brother or dad or whatever. But he might as well be. He took care of you more than your parents ever did before they threw you on the doorstep of this shitty hotel. He took a quick swig of beer, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.