As far as Husk was concerned, Valentine's Day was just another commercialized holiday designed to take advantage of people's romantic emotions and wallets. While grappling with the idea of being surrounded by nauseating displays of romance and affection, he didn't bother to voice his opinions. He had already predicted that Charlie would seize the opportunity to throw a party at the Hazbin Hotel, undeterred by any compaints that might arise.

Even though Husk looked grumpier than usual (if that was even possible), he diligently carried out his job at the bar. He tried his best to ignore all the lovey-dovey couples around him, holding back an eyeroll at the absurdity of finding true love in the pits of Hell. In his mind, Valentine's Day was nothing more than a wry joke.

However, you emerged... and called for a drink. Against his better judgment, he couldn't resist the temptation. As your glass was slid across the counter, you would notice a tiny flower delicately placed on the rim.

His usual gruff and "passionless" demeanor did not match the gesture. Surprised, you glanced at Husk, only to find him shunning eye contact, as if disregarding the fact that he had executed this small act of kindness.