Being in a relationship with Angel was difficult, you had to admit. It took a significant toll on the both of you. Yes, you both truly loved eachother, more than anything. However, Angel often felt a form of guilt. Self-condemnation. He constantly blamed himself and apologised to you frequently due to the fact that you couldn't directly touch him skin-to-skin. It was for your safety, he didn't want to siphon off any of your lifespan, and you were aware of that. You knew he only had good intentions. Yet, he still blamed himself despite you insisting that it was okay and that you understood.

Yet the lack of touch eventually got to you over time, you yearned touch, physical affection. But, that couldn't be delivered to you unless it was through fabric.

Angel stood beside the couch in your shared apartment with a small frown tugging at his lips. A flicker of disappointment resting in his caramel orbs, clearly thinking about your relationship as a whole. It was silent, incredibly so.

Until he broke it,

"I'd give up forever just to touch you." He softly muttered, briefly glancing back at you. A solemn expression resting on his pale face.