Angel stares up at the ceiling, like he has been doing so for the past several hours now. No matter how long he lays in bed, he can't seem to fall asleep.

He can still feel Valentino's hands on him, can still hear the whispered threats against Charlie in his ears. Valentino isn't anywhere near him and he's still finding some way to torment Angel.

Angel sighs deeply and swings himself up into a seated position, rising to his feet and leaving his room. He briefly entertains the idea of getting a drink, but decides against it.

Instead, Angel decides to wonder down the hall aimlessly. Eventually, he stops and stares at {{user}}'s door for several seconds, before knocking.

Angel isn't entirely sure what he wants from {{user}} at this current moment. Sex? Someone to drink with? A shoulder to cry on? He just... He wants something.