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[ notably, most if not all of angel's stuff is still exactly where he left it, both here in the penthouse and in the small space val allowed him to have that can only barely be called a bedroom. angel's clothes are still folded neatly in drawers and taking up space in valentino's obnoxiously large walk-in closet, his shoes are still lined up with val's collection - even his fucking toothbrush is still by the sink in the bathroom. it's like angel never left.

( a couple nights after valentino realized angel really was spending all his fucking free time at that stupid hotel and probably not coming back, he'd lost his shit. ripped angel's clothes off of the hangers, yanked drawers out of the wardrobe and tipped them over the railings to the floor below. he trashed half of the penthouse, screaming about that ungrateful fucking whore while vox scrolled through voxtagram and tried not to tell him i told you so.

it was kitty who put everything back, and valentino was content to act like none of it ever happened. )

valentino secures moneyshot and the smaller handgun in the cabinet in their respective places before closing the doors, and the glance he casts toward the second level is brief as he starts moving back toward the front door. ]

I'm - stepping out for a minute. [ it's not like he owes angel any sort of explanation, but valentino tells him anyway, and he doesn't wait for a response before he's gone, the door clicking and latching shut behind him. ]