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[ valentino spreads his knees easily to make room for angel to settle between them, though he briefly expects this move to be leading toward - something else. when angel takes his hand, val's only briefly disappointed, but it doesn't really linger. he can appreciate other forms of personal attention, too, and angel still looks pretty there on his knees regardless.

valentino's quiet as he watches angel work, feeling no need to fill or break the silence, the low hum of the car's engine and the gentle sound of liquor bottles and crystal glasses clinking against each other the only sound between them. when angel finishes cleaning his first hand and reaches for another, valentino examines his work and presents his next hand.

the sound of angel's voice draws his attention, valentino's gaze shifting to look at him. angel seems... upset, and this surprises him, at least a little bit. when valentino walked into that motel room, he was not concerned about dying. it never even crossed his mind, because he had every intention of making his point and then walking out of there with angel like nothing ever happened. even when he'd kicked that revolver across the floor toward angel, he hadn't feared for anything.

tilting his head, valentino reaches out with a clean hand and slots his fingers under angel's chin. he lifts his head slowly, gently, closing his fingers around the cloth swiping his palm for a moment just to make sure he has angel's attention. ]

And you could have killed me... [ valentino gave him the means to do it for a brief moment in that room. that much has not escaped him. by pointing this out, he's also acknowledging the possibility that he's given angel any reason to want to kill him. valentino is under no delusion that their relationship, whatever it may be, is perfect, but he also doesn't believe that he hasn't been good to angel too.

he lowers his voice a little more, red eyes shifting between angel's, thumb following the edge of his jaw. ] I trust you, Angel. ... Very much.

[ not enough to let him keep that revolver in his hand for more than a few seconds, as valentino had moved fairly quickly to disarm him after he'd done what he'd asked of him and killed he bull, but that's irrelevant.

after a beat, valentino tilts angel's face up a little more and leans down to kiss him, keeping close so his next words are practically murmured against his lips. ]

I love you.