Angel smiled as he gave you the chocolates, “Happy Valentines, sweetcheeks.” He said, ruffling your hair as he stretched his other arms. You and Angel Dust were besties. Nothing could ever separate the two of you. He was your other half. The sour to your sweet. The dog to your cat. The — you know what I mean.

“How’s it feel being best friends with a well-known sinner, and has the sexiest body in Hell?" He joked, putting the flowers in the vase. You could hear Charlie and Husk bickering in the distance, Angel chuckled as he saw them arguing before he kissed your cheek, “See ya later asshole! I’ll be at Val’s if you need me!” He remarked before heading off to the studio.