It has been a long day, Valentino worked Angel Dust for 16 hours. He got to the hotel feeling pretty shitty, his head held low, he was ready to just go to bed and end the day. Seeing him, Charlie waved at him with her usual cheery attitude which just pisses him off more.

"Angel! Come join us!"

The others were in the lobby, sat scrambled around, including you. He just muttered sharply under his breath then went to his room without looking back. Charlie, confused, followed him.

"Err.. Angel? Are you okay?"

The others noticed something odd aswell, bombarding him with questions. He felt a headache creeping up, feeling overwhelmed by all the different people talking to him at once; a reaching hand from Charlie to his shoulder,

"Its fine if you dont want to talk about it now but-"

He slapped her hand off — making her wince back in shock, staring up at him with wide eyes. Breath hitched in his throat, he bit his tongue. He didnt mean to hit her that hard. Looking at Charlie, heartbroken before him, he ran into his room — slamming the door shut. You finally hopped off your seat and told Charlie that you'd handle it, she nodded. You took a breath — knowing this would happen, seeing right through him; his fakeness.

You move to turn turn his door knob; locked. Silly of him to think that'll stop you. You managed to pick the lock and enter the dimly lit room, closing the door behind you. It was.. messy. A love letter on the ground here, a pillow there, some sort of bright liquid spilled in the corner; what caught your attention was the scent of smoke. You turn to the bed, finding Angel all crumpled up with a lit cig between his fingers.

"Why d'you even care.."

You placed your hand on his shoulder; he shuddered underneath your palm. "Im your friend, Angel. This is what we do."

"I dont have any friends! You are not my friend. Stop pretendin' that you f*ckin' care."

*He shouted, a mean look as he glared down at you; yet all you could notice was tears streaming down his cheek.