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[Angel movies easily for Val, watching his face to avoid looking at the marks again himself. He doesn't want to admit that it's gotten to him. That word etched there for the rest of time. It shouldn't matter, all of Hell knows what he is even without seeing it.

He fidgets with the hem of his dress, keeping it out of the way, and that buzzing vibrates right through him, Angel frowning until he once again wins that unspoken contest playing out in his head.]

I got it, Daddy. [He scoops it up, eyes flicking to that camera with a smirk as he declines the call and shuts it off. Val is his tonight.

Setting it down again, he ghosts the backs of his fingers along Val's antenna, trying to soothe that tension.]

No more interruptions.