Habits of my Heart [AngelHusk]

9. Parallel universes

He had to admit, he really hadn't expected to hear those words coming out of Angel's mouth.

Quite honestly, he was left speechless. And that happened on rare occasions.

For some absurd reason, Husk had thought that the spider demon would always be there, and if he wasn't, then he wouldn't care at all so it wouldn't make a difference. It pained him to admit it, even if it was only to himself, but that certainly wasn't the case.

His wing still hurt after he had removed the last of the spikes, and it would probably hurt a while more. He was fine with that, however. It reminded him of all those times he almost died at war, the pain he felt, with the difference that he couldn't die twice. At least not from some puny spikes.

After Niffty insisted for almost an entire day, he allowed her to put some ointment on his wounds, and some bandages he made sure to change often as he waited for the small holes to heal.

Myers, the newest guest at the hotel, had apologized profusely about the situation, in his name and in the name of his cat, Goliath. His pet didn't seem to be that sorry, however, or at least that was what Husk could tell from his indifferent expression.

"It's fine" he muttered, yet again, his voice just showing how thin his patience was running. "But if you keep apologizing every five damn seconds, it ain't gonna be fine anymore."

"Oh! I'm s--" the young man stopped himself before letting out yet another apology, clearly embarrassed. He sighed heavily, nodding. "Okay."

Husk nodded as well, therefore ending the conversation, and returned his attention to his half-full bottle, drinking before he suddenly stopped, opening one of his eyes. The cyclops was still there, staring at him with an awestruck expression.

He tried to ignore the attention, to see if that would make it go away, but it didn't seem to have any effect. He sighed heavily.

"Look, if you want a drink, you just gotta ask, not stare creepily at me" he murmured, putting the bottle down to give him a suspicious look, narrowing his eyes. "Although, I don't give alcohol to minors. Even here in Hell."

Myers startled at those words, and shook his head quickly, looking even more flustered than before.

"It's not that! I don't drink! And I'm eighteen!" he blurted out immediately, clearly growing nervous by the minute. He finally let out a big sigh, trying to calm down. "I just... I really like cats, sir."