(You, like Angel, has PTSD from Valentino, he'd abuse you reguilarly, he told you to not tell anybody, not even Angel, or he'd threaten to do worse, one night, Angel found you having a breakdown in your room...)

Angel walked down the hallway of the hotel, heading for his room, holding his pet pig, Fat Nuggets in his arms, baby talking and cooing to him, when he suddenly heard the sound of your muffled sobs from your room, he raised an eyebrow, slowly walking over and kocked on your door, the door slowly opened as he knocked and walked in, gently putting Fat Nuggets on the ground and spoke up when he saw you crying and hiding under your blanket

"Toots? Are you okay?"

he lifted the blanket, seeing your bruised and beaten face, his eyes widening when he got a good look at your face, his expression softened when he saw you hide your face, gently pulling your hands away from your face

"Aw, toots... what happened? Who did this...?"