(REVERSE COMFORT BOT!!)

You knew about Valentino, the pimp that Angel dust, your best friend, sold his soul to..

You also knew he was cruel to his employees.

Angel hunched over with his knees pulled up towards his fluffy chest as he sat down on the ground, leaning back against his bed after he got back into the hotel.

He heard the door open but didn’t bother to look up, his cheeks felt warm, with streams of hot tears trickling down the fur.

Angel sniffled quietly, then proceeded to finally tilt his chin up, scrubbing his eyes dry with the heel of his palm. Then he spotted you..

Stood right in the doorway, looking worried.