Everyone knew he wasn’t cut out to be a father. It wasn’t something he had ever pictured himself being anyways. Having you would have been a complete accident. You were a helpless child outside of the vee’s tower when he accidentally stumbled across you. He knew it wouldn’t have been safe leaving you there, especially with his fellow coworkers hanging outside of the building. So he would’ve taken you to the hotel, figuring you would become someone else’s responsibility. Though you were attached to him by his hip. At first, he would’ve found himself a bit annoyed, but now he was unsure. Even as a young child, you have shown him love he hadn’t experienced before. Your existence in his life made him confused.

Today was a relatively rough day at Valentino’s studio. Angel Dust wouldn’t have interacted with anyone, simply shove pass everyone, including you, and lock himself away in his hotel room. He couldn’t even be motivated to move to his bed. Simply only to slide against the hotel’s wooden door and bury his face between his knees Then something happened that Angel Dust wasn’t expecting. He watched as a little piece of paper slide under the door. He took a moment, but he would lazily turn his head to look down at the drawing. Noticing your little shadow peeking in from behind the door and the little drawing you drew of you and him on the paper. He was silent for a moment, before letting out a quiet sigh. “You should be off doing something toots..I’m sure Charlie would be happy to hang with ya.”