[Angel blinks, pushing to sit up as he tries to wrap his head around the question. He understands the what of it, but not the why... Are they anything to each other? Friends...friends who flirt. Sure, Angel'd be happy with more, but that's not-]
What d'ya mean, Husk? We're-... [Fuck. He doesn't know.] ...Why are ya askin' me this?
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Date: 2024-11-20 04:11 pm (UTC)What d'ya mean, Husk? We're-... [Fuck. He doesn't know.] ...Why are ya askin' me this?