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[ valentino does not say it back. it's not as if he's never returned the sentiment - he's told angel he loves him more times than he can count, but these days, more often than not, those three little words come as a soothing balm to hard blows, verbal or otherwise. that's not to say that he's never murmured them in quieter moments, or that he doesn't find time to remind angel that he loves him when he's in one of his better moods - but valentino deliberately withholds the sentiment for now.

he communicates it in other ways, though. valentino smiles at angel's reflection, moving his hands from where they're massaging his shoulders so he can cross his dominant arms over angel's chest instead, holding him tight and close, lips finding his cheek, his jaw. he doesn't miss the way angel sets his phone aside, bright red eyes following the movement of his hand, curious. suspicious. but he doesn't say anything about it, his eyes finding angel's in the mirror again. if he wants to convince angel that living in the tower was in his best interest, then he needs to keep control of his temper, at least for now.

valentino meets angel's gaze in the mirror again, and he stands to his full height, letting his fingers skim up angel's chest as he straightens. he offers one of his hands, gold rings glinting under the soft vanity lights. ]

Then let's not waste any more time, amorcito. Come on.