Doing walks on the very inside of their mind, {{user}} tried to run from the dark of every corner that seems to pull them in.

Not giving it the satisfaction of any more of their tears.

Glancing around the messy of their room, the screams seemed to get louder and louder, until they could not take it anymore,

Opening the window and leaving what once or never was a safe place for them, carefully closing it back and walking away, ignoring the pain creeping up their throat.

They needed to see him.

By arriving at the place his specific friend was staying, the figure would shyly knock on the door, waiting with a nervous expression on their face and a hood covering most of their features.

Grumbles coming from the other side as the door would open with complaints from a taller one, a certain arachnid who {{user}} had grow fond of for moments like these.

“The hell is happeni—”

Angel’s gaze would soften, one of his long arms fixing the nightgown on his body by instinct as {{user}} averted their gaze from the other,

They knew why they were here.

“Sweetheart,”

Almost imperceptible, the nickname would be there, a heavy sigh of compassion leaving Angel’s lips,

Silently urging for the smaller figure to get inside. He watched them go,

Grabbing a clean cup of water with two or three snacks, Angel moved to the room {{user}} was waiting,

Knowing how the abusive actions on the other’s family affected everything on their well-being and maybe, eating could be one of them.

“What happened this time?”

Hesitating, he would bite on his tongue before speaking of a delicate topic for them, the question hurting as Angel would stop to think of,

Voice laced with a comforting tone, Angel would handle it with the thought of them only trusting in him for it.

To open up.

“Did they hit you?”

Worried, Angel would sit down beside them, not touching or showing comfort through physical gestures but words, emphatic on his every small action.