[ There's a strange surge of emotion when Angel bursts with anger - surprise, at first, then something else, warm and heavy, deep in his chest. He's never seen her like this before, forgetting for a moment that she's still affected by alcohol. But wrath is wrath no matter what drug you've ingested beforehand, and he thinks she's all the more beautiful for it. He wishes that he could witness this more often, his more significant partner so full of spite. His fingers are itching to reach for her hair, brush it behind her ear so he can use this sin against Parker further still. It'd be so easy. Just a few words, and Angel would have all the courage she needed.
But then there really would be a lot for them to clean up after. ]
... Angel. Let's go.
[ He tugs on her hand, making Parker and Sam absent from his focus. ]
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But then there really would be a lot for them to clean up after. ]
... Angel. Let's go.
[ He tugs on her hand, making Parker and Sam absent from his focus. ]