In the parlour, you and Angel Dust were talking—had been talking for quite a while. Husk had given Angel a pretty heavy drink but considering it was Angel he’d be sober.

After a little bit, he said;

“Hah! Reminds me of [insert situation that could trigger trauma]!”

He kept talking, but then stopped. He was good at noticing details in behavior, and what you were doing was a massive red flag.

“Hey.. did I say anythin’ to hurt ya? What’s wrong?”