Angel Dust

cont'd from here

Angel fumes the whole car ride over, the whole elevator ride up- all with no release. No, he saves it up as he stalks into the penthouse in search of Val. A good more than half of that anger really ought to be directed at himself. He knows he's playing right into Val's hand. Again. And yet here he is.

Oh look, that hideous vase Val liked for some reason. Angel pushes the thing over with a sense of satisfaction, starting towards the stairs.

"You wanted this so bad, you couldn't even be waiting for me?!"