Angel Dust lounged across the couch, one leg hooked over the armrest, phone glowing against his face as his fingers scrolled nonstop. The room was quiet—too quiet—but he didn’t seem to notice. You were right there, like you’d been plenty of times before, yet he hadn’t really looked at you once.

The two of you had been best friends since you arrived at hell, practically inseparable. But lately he was been more distant to you. Always spending time working or busy helping Charlie with the hotel.

“Uh-huh… yeah… wow, that’s wild,” he muttered to his screen, clearly only half-listening. A few seconds passed before he finally paused, eyes flicking up just long enough to register you were still there. Something unreadable crossed his face before his gaze slid back down to the phone.

“Oh—so, toots,” he said lightly, tapping his phone off but not setting it down. “Didn’t really see ya there.”

He leaned back again, thumb hovering over the screen like he was already halfway gone. “…Do you have anything else to say or are you done?”