Contracts That Bind Us

Breakfast Retreat

"I'm not wearing that." Alastor stated he was tolerant with Angel getting him a dark red sweatshirt to wear. But those pants...

"Look it's either ya wear these or ya wear my shorts. Choice is yours." Angel said, holding up the black jogger pants. Alastor grumbled rubbing a hand through his hair and pushing himself up. Pain shot through his right leg as soon as he put even the slightest amount of pressure on it. He huffed and took the pants from Angel.

"I can dress myself." Alastor said.

"Really, like yah could get the sweater on over your horns?" Angel chuckled as he crossed his arms. Alastor mumbled something under his breath as he sort of hopped back up on the bed.

"Turn around, Angel."

"Fine, fine. If yah need me I'm right here." Angel turned on his heels facing the wall as she heard Alastor curse under his breath. "Yah good?" Angel asked, he was so tempted to look but he would respect the others privacy. When he brought his shorts for Alastor, Charlie had chased him out of the room. He never got the chance to look.

"Just a minor struggle, that's all." Alastor admitted as he finally got the pants on. His leg was making it very clear that any movement would bring about a lot of pain. Taking a shaky breath, Alastor calmed the crackling station that filled the room. "Okay."

"So," Angel said, turning sharply back around. God he looked cute. Angel snapped himself out of his thoughts before offering the radio demon a hand. "I sadly don't have any crutches or anything so we'll have to make do with you leaning on me."

"I'll be fine." Alastor stated as he pushed Angel's hand away. Alright, if he wanted to learn the hard way. Angel moved to the door waiting for the deer to get back to his feet, as the spider leaned against the frame. Alastor's eyes lowered as he gave off a growl and slowly slid off the bed bracing all his weight on his left leg. It wasn't hard for him to use the bed for support but then he realized he wouldn't have that support for very long.

"Come on sugar, we don't want to keep the others waitin." Angel smirked as he watched Alastor try to figure out how to cross the distance to the spider demon. "Why don't yah use yer magic?" Angel saw that ever present smile falter as it lowered ever so slightly as Alastor's eyes cast downwards. "Come on, let's get goin." Angel said, offering his hand once again to the radio demon.

"Alright." Alastor said, taking the offered hand. Angel lowered himself a bit, letting Alastor lean against him so the other could semi walk with him. "You're going to hurt your back." Alastor pointed out as they got into the hall. Angel snaked one of his lower arms around Alastor's back and held him close, getting a small yelp from the other.

"I didn't hurt yah, did I?"

"No, just... startled me."

"Then don't fuckin do that! Scared the shit out of meh." Angel hissed but there was no actual anger or malic behind his words. The two made their way through the hallway, slower than what Alastor would have liked but any pressure on his leg screamed it was a bit too much. If he had his magic this wouldn't be such a big deal. Then the next challenge came into view and Alastor felt his stomach churn at the thought.

"How are we-"

"I can pick ya up. It'll be the least painful way of doing it." Angel pointed out as Alastor almost shook with the suggestion. He was being rather tolerant to touch right now, however even thinking about having Angel pick him up didn't sit well.

"There is no other way..."

"I mean there would be if someone ever fixed the stupid elevator. If ya ain't comfortable with that, we'll have to figure out another way." Angel informed as Alastor took a deep breath.