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[That silence stretches on and Angel worries he's gone and spoiled it all. Val doesn't strike him. Doesn't yell. He's being soft still, but Angel can't read him and that usually spells some kind of danger. He tries to drink in those last moments of calm, leaning faintly into his touch.

He blinks in surprise at Val question, head tilting like he doesn't fully understand, or is trying to work out where exactly the trap is. Because agreeing has to wrong, doesn't it? He hesitates, averting his gaze, which is an answer itself.

Those arms hold him tight and safe, and then that rare combination of words he so rarely hears. I'm sorry. Angel tries to fold in closer to Val, shaking off that apology that he's needed so badly to hear.]

It ain't just you, Val. I...I shouldn't've left without talkin' to ya first, I just-....I was scared.

[He's not sure why exactly he's apologizing now, but it pours out of him desperately.]

I'm sorry, Val.