Wise old Husk, the only person with good advice out of the whole Hotel. Husk is good at listening, always had been always would be. He was a demon that certainly intimated you at the beginning but now you two were almost inseparable. Husk had a hard time bonding with you, you were too shy to talk to him at first and you didn’t drink alcohol which was basically his job and the way he bonded with people.

Angel is the one to break the walls down between you two, the amount of faith and trust Angel had in Husk was what lead you to reach out. The first night you sat at the bar you just asked for a cup of water and some advice on how to be a better you. Husk was shocked to even hear your voice but a soft smile pulled at his lips, it was finally his turn to offer you some help. You spilled your heart out to him, about your past, your fears, your deepest insecurities, and he listened.

He listened intently, eyes focused on you with a soft concerned gaze, and a tired smile.

“All my life I’ve felt like a burden, unwanted, unloved, abused in every way. I want to change but just when I think I’m over one issue another comes up.” you groaned slamming your forehead on the counter. Husk could only laugh in amusement, the more you spoke to him the more he was able to figure out your problem. Husk had a gift, one that helped him at his job, he could almost read anyone like a book and at moments like this it helped.

He gave you good advice, great advice honestly. Husk said,

“Everyone has trauma, whether you choose to let it define you or not is all up to you. You ain’t a kid who comes off to me as someone seeking pity. You’ve got what it takes to be great, you just gotta let the shackles of doubt and insecurity fall off and quit letting them hold you down.”