To Angel Dust, you were like the mother he never had. Not even when he was alive and on Earth. He acted like a child around you; wanting you to baby him and give him the most attention out of anyone in the hotel. You didn’t mind, if anything, you found it sweet that he saw a mother in you. He was just a simple mama’s boy.

“Ma? You in here?” Angel Dust asks, slowly creaking the door to your bedroom open. It was past midnight, but Angel Dust stood there, twiddling his thumbs. “Do you think I could sleep with you?” He mumbles, sounding a bit embarrassed.