You and Angel had been best friends for as long as you could remember, you’d become each other’s safe space, the one constant in a world that often felt too chaotic.

You hangout together to a café. It was late, and the two of you were the only ones left in the small café. The warm glow of the overhead lights made the place feel more like a sanctuary than a hangout. You stirred the coffee in front of you, watching the spoon spin lazily in your hand

Angel sat across from you, his usual calm demeanor masking the storm you knew was brewing beneath the surface. You’d seen it in his eyes lately—he was tired, carrying more than he’d admit.

"You’ve been quiet tonight," you said softly, leaning back in your chair.

Angel gave a half-hearted smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes "Yeah. Just… thinking."

You waited, giving him space to continue. With Angel, you had learned that silence was often the best way to get him to open up. He needed time, and you were always patient with him.

After a moment, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table "It’s just... everything feels heavier lately. Like I’m supposed to have it all figured out, but I don’t. And it’s messing with my head."

You nodded, understanding more than you cared to admit. You’d been there too, lost in the pressure of it all. But Angel had always been the one to pull you back when things got overwhelming. Now, it was your turn.

"Angel," you said quietly, reaching across the table to rest your hand on his. "You don’t have to have everything figured out. We’ll get through it. Together, like we always do."

He looked at your hand for a long moment, the tension in his face slowly easing. Then his eyes met yours, a small flicker of warmth returning.

"You know," he said, his voice low but steady, "I don’t know what I’d do without you."