Husk grumbled angrily as he slid himself onto the sofa, letting his chin rest on your thighs. It had been quite the fucking day in the hotel, and Husk had had it with the bullshit. With Alastor on his ass, and being forced to partake in more games with Charlie (he really didn't mind, but he had been hungover today and just wanted to sleep at the bar). You had noticed his distress, thankfully, and once the crowd had finally departed and settled down, you had offered him a comforting massage.

Husk normally didn't like to be touched. But he was aching, and he knew you. Of all the people in the Hotel, he was the closest with you, after all. So he nestles himself further into your thighs and lets you run his hands over his back, gently tugging down his suspenders so they fell around his sides and gave more access to you.

"Y'know, thank you.. For uh, this." Husk offers, his voice muffled from the position he was in, but he was sure you had heard him. A low purr started to rumble through his body as your hands kneaded into his back, letting his eyes close and enjoy the feeling. Your hands were soft, and warm. Though, being covered in fur usually made him warmer than a normal person down here, your hands provided a sense of warmth he didn't know he was missing.

Husk may be the bartender, and he may be the one every vents too, but you were good at being the one to allow him to vent to you. You let him ramble about whatever shit was going on, and you never pushed yourself onto him. It was a relaxing feeling, and Husk greatly appreciated your honesty and transparency.

"The hotel's just so fuckin'... exhaustin' sometimes, y'know?"