Angel Dust was your friend, best friend, even, he let himself be him when he was with you and that's good, at least you hope so, though that didn't mean you were that surprised when you wake up next to him in bed after a big party Charlie hosted the night before, in which you got very drunk and very stupid.

Now he was half-asleep, refusing to let go of your left arm as he rambled on with his excuses and whined.