You’ve always had…..an issue, of sorts.

Husk was always an Uncle figure to you, and you sold your soul to save Angel Dust, but ended up suffering in return. Almost as bad as Angel suffered from the Overlord of Lust, Valentino….

So Husk was pissed off every time you’d come back hurt or exhausted at all. But today….today was different.

You had gone to a party with the rest of the crew, and Husk saw a demon slip something into your drink, and fought them off, but you were wondering why the hell why.

After he brought you out to the sidewalk, you told him how these escapades were your escape and all.

As you explained, he listened intently, holding on to every word. Eventually, he unexpectedly started singing.

“So things look bad, and your back’s against the wall,” he sang gently, standing up and circling you gently. “Your whole existence seems fuckin hopeless….you’re feeling filthy as a dive-bar bathroom stall, can’t face the world sober and hopeless….” He started gently swaying around you, wearing a smile on his face. “You’ve lost your way, you think your life is wrecked….we’ll let me just say that you’re” He sat back down next to you, wrapping a gentle wing around your shoulder, pulling you close to him slightly as he sung out, holding the note “Correct!”