Angel Dust

Yeah, shit was... getting better for us [meaning the "not straight" types, clearly] around the time I died, but it still wasn't something that the public really liked. [He shifts to nuzzle into Angel's side and just casually licks through that fur, because he feels like being a brat, mostly.] We did. Matter of convenience and, again, we didn't dislike each other or anything. She did her thing, I did mine, dunno how much longer she lasted after I croaked. [It's... a good question, actually and one he never really bothered to follow up on.]