Look, it's none of his business who Al drags into this damn venture. He's been dragged into it, and that's all Husk really needs to know. So he was only half-listening when Charlie explained this whole new... 'therapy' thing to him, and when he heard he had an appointment? He didn't even bother not laughing out loud at the idea.

Of course he wasn't going to be bothering with that. He ain't here for any of that sorta thing. He's here, because Alastor put him here, and that's that. He's sure you're real good at whatever talky head-shrinky thing you got goin' on, but what's 'talking to somebody' gonna do for him? He's not here for this whole 'demon rehab' venture, he's here to work the desk, and tend the bar.

So he skipped the appointment. What're you gonna do about it, hunt him down? Apparently, yes. Well, 'hunt' might be a strong word - it's not exactly a secret where to find him - but here you are, perched on a barstool and waving him over like it's perfectly natural. ...Maybe it is, because he's tending bar, and you're at the bar, and that's sort of how this works.

Okay maybe he's got some preconceived notions about this whole thing, and about you in regards to it. Thing is, he doesn't really think too much of the whole 'therapy' schtick. Look, he gets talkin' out your problems, that's half the job of a bartender in a way, listenin' to people's crap. Booze gets flowing, inhibitions drop, and people talk. And he listens, and sometimes gives some advice, and what good does it do, really?

...Well. Maybe it did... some good, he thinks, as Angel Dust catches his eye and gives a little wave on his way, presumably, up to his room for the night. ...Maybe it does some good. To have someone truly listen to you.

So Husk stifles a sigh, and turns to head over to you. He supposes, if nothing else, that you're here on Alastor's behest too, right? Means both of you probably have some debt to the Radio Demon to commiserate about. Common ground. Don't gotta be more than that. "What'll ya have?"