Never Enough Time | Huskerdust

Chap 20 - Angels

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Husk POV:

"Husk?" Angel walks by my side, "Are... you okay?"

I sigh before rubbing my face. I head up to my private area and Angel follows me. "What do you want, Angel," I say it more like a statement. I just want to be alone.

I look at Angel and he looks concerned, "I-" He pauses, collecting his thoughts, "... thanks for helping me with Niffty." He plays with his hands nervously. He does that a lot.

"Stop."

He raises an eyebrow, "with what?" He keeps fiddling with his hands and I sigh.

I walk over to him and he takes a step back. I grab his wrists gently, "stop." Realization floods his features and he laughs nervously. I just shake my head.

"S-sorry." He stutters and I laugh.

"I didn't think I'd live to see the day Angel Dust apologizes." He rolls his eyes, scoffing.

"Fuck you, bastard." I shrug and let go of his hands. I go over to the couch, "but seriously. Something's wrong."

I lean back heavily into the cushioning, crossing my leg over the other.

"Do you need some... entertainment?" A sly smile works on his face as he slides onto my lap.

I glare at him half-heartedly, "Get off me, spida." I mock him with Sir Pentious's nickname for him.

He groans, "Why that? Don't call me that!"

I snicker, "I thought you liked nicknames?" He crosses his arms and huffs... still on my lap. "Are you going to get off?"

He smirks, "Nope." His first set of arms wrap around my neck and one of his other hands goes to my chin, "but you like this."

I shake my head in amused disbelief, "You're cringy."

He scoffs in mock indignation. "You're so mean." He pouts and I bring a finger to his face.

He coils away from me when I poke his nose, "Boop." I laugh as he frowns in annoyance.

"You're funny." Sarcasm.

"You're not any better, Tesoro." Angel blinks in surprise. A shy smile forms on his face.

"You know Italian?"

I shrug, "I know some. My mother spoke Italian and she would always try to teach me."

"Someone used to call me that, ya know." Angel stares into my eyes but it's not like he's actually looking at me... rather recalling a distant memory.

I raise an eyebrow, "who?"

"A guy named-..." His eyes furrow. "I... don't remember. It must have been in my life when I was alive." He chuckles, "Hell, I haven't had a memory from my life since... well... ever." He says in wonder.

He moves around slightly so he's just straddling my lap as he thinks. "What was your name? You can't tell me it was Angel."

He smiles, "I wish. No, my name is-." He stops, a frown coming to his face. "-was-... Well, it doesn't matter."

I grab his hand and his gaze goes to mine, "You don't have to tell me. I was just wondering." Squeezing his hand he suddenly wraps his arms around me into a hug. I am still in surprise but after a moment or two, I relax.