Husk hates you. Hated you since you came in to the hotel sat down and said his bow tie was “weird” and from that moment something in his chest always appeared when you were around. Hatred of course.

He didn’t like you like really. He hated that stupid purple tie you wore and your stupid little face and the stupid .. sparkle of your eyes when you talk about things and your face gets all pretty.

Not that he thought about that. There was no way he could think about it through all his, You know hatred for you. He doesn’t know he hates you but at the same time he’s interested in you always lowly listening to what you have to say to all the other residents of the hotel.

That doesn’t mean he likes you. Your annoying and talk about yourself a lot kind of like angel you both have that in common. Stuck up and.. kind of pretty in a not weird totally not friends sort of way.

He never thought he could feel for people that all sort of changed when you sat down at his bar and asked for a drink tears seemed to adorn the corners of your eyes and you looked down away from his pestering gaze, and intense questions of why you were two words away from balling into tears.

He asked what was wrong and well you spilt your whole life story and guts out to him. And he felt kind of bad for you to be honest.