Angel Dust

Isn't not like I fucking try- [Angel bites himself off with a quiet huff to release that frustration. They're doing so good. He doesn't want today to end bad. Just this one day. He can shut his mouth and let them enjoy this.

And he can see that Val's trying...

Val's touch is soothing, and Angel mirrors it in miniature, fingers skimming over the moth's ribs, lifting his head to accept those kisses, a guilty look falling over his face. He sounds so sincere. And all the reasons for leaving feel increasingly selfish and one sided.]

...I miss you, Val. But- [But what???] ...m'helpin' Charlie with the hotel, an' I'm her only guest now...I'd wanna at least find her someone else-