Angel Dust

[One hand settles at the small of Angel's back, another stroking tenderly between his shoulder blades. It's soft and tender and in perfect counterpoint to his attitude over text. As if just seeing Angel had shifted his mood.

Another hand moves to stroke Angel's cheek, cupping it almost forcefully to keep the other sinner's gaze on his. ]

Don't lie to me, Baby. You run from me all the time. The moment you're off set, you're gone. I have to threaten you to get you here when you used to love to crawl into my lap.

[ His words are soft, a cooing sound as his thumb brushes against Angel's face as he speaks. But his gaze is hard behind his heart shaped glasses. His arm slowly tightens at the small of Angel's back but not cruelly. Yet. ]