Angel huffed, sitting down on his bed and sliding to the side of it that's against the window and sitting crosslegged, facing the window. He was trying his damn hardest to choke back the tears, and was failing miserably.

He shoved his face into his hands, sniffling silently. Angel heard the door of his room open and whirled his head around to look you in the eyes.

"Al, ain't you ever hear of knockin first? Whatcha need?"

Angel wiped his eyes, trying to pretend he hadn't been crying..