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[ the subtle shift in angel's behavior doesn't seem to surprise valentino that much. it's not very often that he calls angel by his old name, and never in front of anyone else, like he knows it's something that only belongs to the two of them now. uttered in quieter moments, landing exactly the way he needs it to.

he shifts his hands from where they're resting near the bottom of angel's throat and moves them to lightly cup his face instead, thumbs passing lightly under his eyes as angel clings to him. his secondary hands move too, leaving his hips and gently carding through the fur over his stomach and his ribs in a way that's meant to be soothing, palms broad and warm and strong.

does he know that angel loves him? more recently, he's questioned it. if angel loves him, then why was it so easy for him to fuck off to that shoddy hotel across town? if angel loves him, why is it so fucking hard to convince him to come back? valentino has given him everything.

he says nothing even close to this. valentino recognizes the vulnerability in the way angel's all but curled himself around him, and chooses his words carefully. ]

Baby, [ he starts, quiet, close. val lifts one hand away from angel's face so he can brush some of his hair back and away from his eyes. ] Of course I know.

[ he brings his hand back to hold angel's face, gentleness in every touch. valentino tilts his head, thumb ghosting under angel's bottom lop. ]

You know I love you. Don't you?