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[ after helping angel to his feet and making sure he's steady enough to manage on his own, valentino doesn't bother with picking through the corpses. considering their asking price in exchange for having angel returned to him safely, and the fact that they had to pool their expenses to even afford a night with him, val figures they probably don't have anything of value between them.

he says nothing as angel pieces an outfit back together, moving to stand and lean by the motel room door, long legs crossed at the ankles, both sets of arms folded over his chest. his fingers drum idly against one arm, but otherwise, he doesn't rush angel. that frustrated little stomp earns a lopsided smirk from him though - he knows that must have felt good; maybe not as good as sinking a bullet in someone's skull, or ripping out someone's throat with his bare hands, but satisfying enough.

when angel returns to him, money in hand, valentino pushes away from the wall with his shoulders, and looks down at the bills being presented to him. just at a glance, he can tell it's not much. certainly not what these fuckers owe both him and angel, not even close, but money is still money. ]

... Keep it. [ another unspoken apology masked in "kindness". he waves one of his hands, pointedly not looking at angel. ] That shirt was your favorite, wasn't it.

[ don't think he didn't notice. valentino moves to open the door, and steps aside to let angel out first. ]