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Asmodeus smiled, gesturing for Angel to follow him. "Wonderful! Right this way," he announced. The Sin turned and began heading in the direction of his office. He paid little mind to the patrons that turned to watch him as he led Angel through the busy club.

"You wanna know about Val?"

Angel paused, walking over to a chair and climbing into it. Crossing one leg over the other as he sat. Sighing as he picked at some fluff that had gathered on his shirt. Letting it fall to the ground. What could he tell that wouldn't make him look like.....Who he was?

Bad press wouldn't be good for business, after all....If Angel told the truth, what would come back to him? How would he be punished? He took a breath, as he finally started to talk again.

He let Angel sob onto him. His clothes were getting wet, but it didn't matter. Clothes were just clothes, he could change or just let it dry later. When Angel spoke through tears, with words full of sorrow and pain, just squeezed Angel a little, to comfort, then he responded. Calmly, and quietly. Just loud enough that Angel could hear his words over the tears.

"Tell you what, Angel? That I'm leaving? That I'm just like Val, using you for something? That I'm a horrible, awful man, and about to crush your heart?" One of Lucifer's hands went up to pet Angel's head, much like Angel did to him not all that long ago. When this all first began.

"I'm not leaving. And I...I can't promise whatever this is will be perfect, because I'm not perfect. Shit, I'm really far from perfect. And you aren't perfect either, we're both kinda...fucked up. And it sucks. But maybe we could be...kinda fucked up together? I like being around you, I like having you here. Even now, I'm laying here, getting fucking soaked by your tears and I'm just...grateful. Grateful to be allowed to hold you, to comfort you, to be here when you need someone."

"Because...I don't know...it's nice to feel wanted. And you make me feel wanted, so I just...want to let you know that I want you too. Fuck, I'm really, really bad at this."

Angel kept his hands over his eyes, wiping away his tears after a moment, shaking as he held onto Lucifer. Every word felt like honesty, but yet, still held a sting to them. A sting he knew he was putting on them, but it still hurt. He whimpered, leaning into his touch. It was soft. Everything felt right. Yet so wrong.

He knew Lucifer was being honest, but he couldn't bring himself to believe it. He liked him around too, even if he felt awful he was getting the other man soaking wet. No one had been this close to him except Cherri before. The complications of him being Charlie's dad too....

It didn't matter, did it? Even if this was fake, he should just, let it be. Enjoy the falsities, but it was so hard. Maybe if he just, let himself think there was a catch all. If he leaned into his thoughts that it was too good, he could enjoy the now. If he just let himself believe he'd hurt him, he could have the good.

Maybe crying was what Angel needed? Maybe to cry, and to be held and cared for would be what was needed. So Lucifer squeezed just a little more, curled up in Angel's arms, warm and comfortable and most certainly getting soaked with tears...but he didn't leave. He has no intention of leaving. Not now. Not later.

They'd only had a few days of time, but already he thought they were quite close. He liked Angel. A lot. And he wasn't planning on just bailing when shit gets hard, he did that one too many times already. He wasn't doing the 'shitty partner' act on Angel.

Lucifer said nothing for a long time, just let Angel cry on him, squeeze him tight, and let all of...whatever he was feeling out. He knew it sucked to bottle things away, so maybe after a good cry and a cuddle Angel would talk about what was going on in his head. Lucifer would be patient, not pry too much, back off if he thought it was needed. He couldn't do a lot of Angel, but he could do this.

Angel brought his upper arms up to his eyes, as he was squeezed, Why did he know just what to do? Was this some ploy? Nothing ended up right. It was just not in the cards. Was this some illusion? A fake version of the royal, that would inevitably bring him back to Earth, break him so bad, he couldn't get put back together?

His bottom arms tightened on the man once more, starting to sob openly, letting out choked whimpers. Once the tears started, they just didn't stop. He laid down with the other, carefully placing him onto his side so he could keep him in his arms. Accidentally knocking poor Patrick onto the floor, as he did so. Moving his head down, so that it was resting on Lucifer's chest.

"What....What's the catch here?! When is this going to implode? When am I getting hurt, in either sense of the fucking word? Why aren't you leaving?!"

He nuzzled his head into the older male's chest, shaking as tears stained the fancy clothes that the fallen angel wore. He was ready, ready for Lucifer say he was leaving. That he'd had enough in this short time. Everyone had enough eventually, if they weren't there to use him. Which most were.

This was much softer, and the petting hair thing was new to him, too. He wasn't complaining though, he just curled up with Angel, and quietly looked up at the spider with a tiny smile, and adoration in his eyes.

Unsaid words.

Some things didn't need to be said, some things were best unspoken, best when told through actions. Lucifer opted to push poor Patrick the plushie duck away, off his lap, in favor of just curling up against Angel, and wrapping arms around the spiders midsection.

Angel chuckled at the king pushing the plush away. It was nice, having someone to just hold him. Though, he honestly was expecting the moment to end any second now. After all, if something was too good to be true, it probably fucking was. It'd lead to extra work maybe....Another film day like what he had on Valentines...Something had to give.

This wasn't going to last, and he tried to cling to the sense that it could, the sense that the king actually cared....Every time it was strengthened, it was like his own subconscious was beating it back, trying to bring him back to reality. Some days it felt like Angel couldn't tell what reality was, though. His chest felt tight, and his grip on the fallen angel tightened along with it. Tears forming in his eyes.

He held onto the other the same way, glad his face was buried in his body. Glad he wouldn't see the turmoil, it'd be selfish to bring someone else down with him. His stomach turning and twisting as his mind went to all the ways this could go wrong. How it could end with a death, or a broken heart, or false hopes shattered on the ground. He'd already tried to walk away once, and he'd just ended up cuddling with him. Getting a gift, that he didn't deserve.

Something that meant so much had no right being in his room, but he couldn't give it back. Then what little good he could see would be gone forever. If he shoved Lucifer away, Angel knew it would hurt him, but would it save him in the long run? He said he'd do something about Val if Angel asked, but he didn't think he'd ever have the strength to ask.

...Still. Maybe he should say something?

"Am I okay? Yeah I'm fuckin' okay. Nights just started, and I'm already fuckin' drunk!"

Angel smirked, shrugging and ordering another shot. Not concerned about how destructive his behavior looked to outsiders. It was always a lot for the uninitiated to who he was. So why should he care about what they thought.

Relief floods him, Angel wasn't immediately lashing out, or insisting on putting up a massive wall between them like he feared.

"Oh, that's good. Thought I was fucking it all up again. Knowing me, it's only a matter of time, though." He didn't say it, but the unspoken implication hung heavy in his mind. 'Everyone hates me eventually.' That sentence rung so true in his mind that it hurt. Stung worse than anything.

At least for now, Angel didn't hate him.

"Yeah, I know. We just met. Just started hanging out. All that stuff. But it's...stupidly easy for me to care. Maybe it's because I'm lonely, or a moron. Or both. But I do care, I care a lot. It's hard for me to not care. It's hard to not make a connection with someone who actually...returns it. I...don't think I'm making much sense."

"Bottom line is, I like you. I want to spend more time with you. However you want that time to be spent, it's your call. I'm just happy you let me hang around." Lucifer pulled his legs up, knees to his chest. Probably making him self look a lot smaller than normal when curled up into a ball.

Angel listened, one hand going to rest on Lucifer's, and gripping it gently. Wanting to reassure him that he cared, rubbing the back of his companions hand. He was....What he needed. Someone who cared enough to say it. He didn't want to fall into it, his heart was already so bruised. This had to be too good to be true.

There had to be a catch. He pulled his hand away, before looking over at the King, noticing how he'd curled up. He paused, before taking him into his arms, moving the royal onto his lap, and wrapping his middle set of arms around him. He would let him ramble, petting his hair.

For someone so high and mighty, he was more human than any other Angel probably ever could be. He was emotional, he had ebbs and flows, just like any sinner down here. There was no sense of holier than thou, that Angel could see. He looked over at the duck plush, and moved it onto the kings lap.

"Yeah? Well, I'm glad he was there for you, while I couldn't be...."