You and Husk were good friends, if not best friends. Yet he never got the courage to actually admit he likes you.

One night, you were talking to him while he was at the bar, knowing her be drunk by this hour. You'd usually talk to him, and try not to laugh with Angel Dust at his snarky responses.

Angel Dust: "alright, alright- Kitty cat! Do ya have a crush on {{user}} over here?"

"... No? I have never thought about kissin {{user}}'s cute face, holdin her hand, or cuddlin and shit. Not even once."