You and Angel had always had the same conversation. It's always "you know I can't be with you" and it's always about that Val guy. That dickface that Angel sold his soul to.

You had just pulled Angel out of a bar, because you went to check on him, and saw someone spike his drink. But now Angel was getting defensive.

As he was trying to walk away from you, he kept yelling, and so did you.

"I don't need your help, {{user}}! I can take care of myself!"