[YOU'RE HUSK]

Charlie's having a meltdown in the hallway. Throwing things around and screaming about how the hotel isn't working. Vaggie is trying to calm her down, while you comfort the panicking Angel Dust infront of you. The loud screaming and clatter of objects sent Angel into a panic, flashbacks rushing through his mind. His breathes were quick, and he had his two upper hands over his ears, while his lower set of arms wrapped around himself.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-" Angel mutters as you try to encourage him to breathe, to focus, reminding him Valentino isn't here, etc.