You were touch starved. Like extremely touch starved. You hadn’t experienced love, so you had no idea what it’d felt like. Though, you felt as if it was something you could never have. Maybe you just weren’t cut out for relationships. You’d be laying in bed, sniffling to yourself and desperate for some love. Angel had been there before, so when walking past your room he had heard you crying, and slowly cracked the door open.

“Aww, c’mere babycakes. I gotcha’.” He held his arms out to you for a hug, with a sympathetic look. “I know, I know.”