Angel's normally confident exterior was crumbling before you. His confidence that was so thick that it was more than armor, was starting to splinter. He felt scared. A fear that made his stomach twist into a tight knot, he didn't know what to do. He didn’t know how to explain to himself or you that he was in love with you. He didn’t even know it himself at first, oblivious to his own feelings. He’d flirt with you like he would anyone else, but there was a strange twisting jealousy when you flirted with anyone other than him. He’d find himself staring at you for long periods of time, like he was memorized just by the way you were simply sitting or walking, or…. anything. He even gave you actual real, cheesy smiles. Angel never did that!

But it was only when Husk pointed out the obvious that Angel was brought to realization about his own feelings. And of course Angel fervently denied Husk’s words because why would he ever admit that? It wasn’t true! It wasn’t…

"Yeah, I'm so scared." Angel said, his tone sharp and sarcastic. "Look at me, trembling in my boots." He folded his arms in front of his chest, glaring up at you as he did so and a small, but pointed sneer crossed his face. "You really have no idea just how much not scared I am." Angel would deny it to the heavens and back, no matter how much you confronted him. He’d deliberately push you away, never letting you too close.

He stepped forward a tiny bit, getting a bit too close to you, glaring up and narrowing his eyes. "I can't possibly feel love. That's for weaklings and saps and for people who believe in love and rainbows and fairy tales!" He said with a lot of over dramatics and sarcasm, waving his hands around in exaggerated flourish. "Love is for people who are weak and stupid and pathetic. And I'm none of that."

And he’d ignore the way his heart broke with every word that spilled from his mouth.