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[ once angel's out of the car and out of the way, valentino climbs out behind him with more grace than anyone his height should have, nudging the door closed with his hip and adjusting his glasses so they sit more comfortably on his face. he puts his cigarette out with a pinch of two fingers, and looks down at angel.

he really is too pretty for his own good. sometimes, it pisses angel off. sometimes, valentino fucking loves that angel is bound to him, that angel is his in no uncertain terms. more frequently, it's the latter, which is lucky for angel.

valentino smirks at him, a mix of something mysterious and fond, and takes a step toward him, and then another, taking angel bu the shoulder and turning him around so the can walk together. his hand moves from his shoulder to the middle of his back, where it stays. ]

Of course I will. [ he says this like angel's silly for even asking. ] I have something I need to take care of first, but I should be finished by the time you're ready to shoot.

[ and if he's not, travis can handle getting shit rolling at the very least. ]