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[ gentle or not, glass being plucked from flesh still stings something fierce, but valentino bears it easily. as far as injuries go, it's nothing, and the level of pain is so far from the worst he's ever dealt with that it's almost laughable. still, his eyes squint a little as a particularly jagged splinter of glass is tugged free, fingers curling reflexively before they relax again.

in hindsight, maybe he shouldn't have destroyed the studio, but he'd had to unleash his simmering anger somehow, and tearing someone limb from limb would have been far messier, in his opinion. broken glass and cracked plastic is easy to sweep up, but in large amounts, blood stains pretty easily. with shoots already canceled for the following day, raging in the studio might actually have been his best option. and, at least, he very pointedly didn't take his upset out on angel for once.

speaking of -

val lifts his gaze from where his and angel's hands are joined - he doesn't often forget how soft angel's hands are, but it's nice to be reminded even in heavier circumstances - and looks at his face instead. after a beat, he lifts his uncaptured primary hand and starts to reach for angel's head, but a quick glimpse of the blood smeared across his palm and the subtle glint of light catching on the splinters makes him pause instead of touching him.

angel's clean. there's no sense in tainting him over again tonight. val's fingers curl slightly, hand still hovering, and he tilts his head. when he speaks, his voice is a low murmur, something the cameras likely wouldn't even pick up very clearly, if they were on. ]

... How's your head?

[ not an incriminating question or anything requiring any sort of privacy - it's likely the remaining vees were at least vaguely briefed on angel's situation before valentino left to help him - but the intimacy is saved for angel anyway. ]