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[Settling back on the couch, Angel imagines that despite their mutual teasing that is exactly what Blitzø is doing back there. The noises don't quite make sense, but he rolls with the fantasy, fully prepared to be called in with a lusty voice when-

He blinks at the blanket and pillow silently.

It's such a small and stupid gesture to hit him this hard but it does, and suddenly Angel's throat feels tight and his fucking eyes are burning, and he's not going to cry over a fucking blanket.

Angel transfers the icepack to a lower hand and silently accepts the little bundle, trying to make his throat work and just nodding instead, finally managing a tight smile.

Fuck, Blitzø was going to throw him out, this was humiliating. He coughs to try and clear his throat.]