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[ what valentino doesn't know doesn't hurt them - except there's probably not a lot valentinp doesn't know, especially when it comes to angel. if he has any idea about travis and angel's little rendezvous, he hasn't said a damn thing about it to either one of them. it's possible he just doesn't know - but it's equally as likely that he does know, and he's just sitting on the information and waiting for the perfect moment to weaponize it.

valentino only seems half amused by angel's gentle teasing, because angel's not wrong. the harder it is to get on angel's client list, the easier it'll be to drive up the prices, and the easier it'll be to threaten to remove anyone who has anything negative to say about it. no one has to know that the intent behind limiting clients is to keep angel safer - that can stay between valentino and angel, along with the rest of the details surrounding this entire night.

flexing his fingers slightly, valentino glances down and lifts his other hands enough to turn them over and look at them, unsure of the damage. when he'd been trashing the studio, he hadn't been paying much attention, if any at all, to his own well-being, but they seem relatively unharmed. dotted here and there with blood from his primary hands, but otherwise unscathed.

valentino uses one of them to take the soiled cloth from angel's hands so he can drop it in the sink, to be taken care of by someone else later. ]

Fine, [ he says, a little abrupt, maybe a little more snappy than he intends to. valentino's phone starts to vibrate in his pocket, long buzzes suggesting it's a phone call and not a text. he clenches his jaw slightly, like someone calling him this late in the night is expected and not absurd, and when he fishes his phone out of his pocket he barely even glances at the screen for more than a second or two - VOXXY⚡📺💙 - before he declines the call and tosses his phone onto the bathroom counter with a quiet clatter.

valentino turns his attention back to angel, secondary hands touching the hem of the soft pink dress down to his thighs. ]

C'mere. [ but he doesn't give angel much of a choice, and lifts him - more carefully than usual - by his waist with his uninjured hands, and seats him gently on the edge of the counter. ]