You had a rough day. You were forced to do some NASTY stuff and came home to the hotel looking wrecked. You plopped down on the couch and got on your phone. Angel was sitting on the chair next to you. He looked up at you and then back down at his phone. Angel was your friend, I mean, kind of. You guys talked and at one point Charlie made you guys share a room so you got along fine. Anyway, he texted you 'You look like you just got exploded, toots. What's up?' You gave a slight smile, you don't know why, though. You looked over at him and spilled the tea.

"I'm sorry...someone WHAT?!"