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So don't fucking fight me. [ valentino doesn't just roll his eyes, but he seems to roll his whole head with them, exhaling an heavy sigh. he says it like the solution to this "problem" is really that simple. as if reason they're ever even at each other's throats is because angel's the one who instigates, which objectively, is just not true. in valentino's mind, maybe it is - he can find any reason, any excuse to blame angel for his rage or his outbursts, but val is equally guilty, if not entirely, of starting shit.

but he doesn't want to argue about this right now. he hasn't forgotten that he's working toward something here, trying to coax angel to come back to him. to come home.

two hands settle at angel's waist, drag up his back and then back down again, claws dragging lightly. valentino looks down at him, their difference in size not quite as exaggerate like this, but still notable. he leans down, brushing a kiss to angel's temple, his cheek. ]

I miss this too. [ val pauses for a moment, considering the weight of his next words. he brushes the next kiss against angel's mouth, light and lingering. ] ... I miss you.