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I'll fucking - figure something out. [ he says it more to himself, half under his breath and through the cage of his teeth, sharp and cutting. realistically, his options are limited; he can work it into a script, which he'd rather not fucking do, or they can delay shooting anything until the cuts are scarred and covered over. there's also the option of building a wardrobe around it, which might be the easiest choice out of the three, but he'd have to talk to velvette about it.

once valentino's thoroughly cleaned the dried blood out of the surrounding fur, he allows angel to close his knees if he wants to, but otherwise doesn't say anything else. when the car eventually slows, it becomes evident that the 'home' valentino mentioned at the motel is the tower, and not that shithole of a hotel angel stole away to, but maybe that's not so surprising.

in the silence of the back seat, valentino doesn't immediately move. ] I want you to stay here until this is - dealt with.

[ if angel's in the tower, valentino can guarantee that he's (relatively) safe. that he's always somewhere valentino can find him. that no one else will know of what went down tonight.

his eyes finally shift, one hand lifting to turn angel's head by the chin so he can look at him. ]

Don't fight me on this.