#absolute same

I want to see Angel get hugged and see him finally breakdown and cry about everything that has gone wrong and then I want to see him get mad because he doesn't want their pitty, he doesn't need them to feel sorry for him because he is fine! And then I want to see him and the person fight because Angel is self destructive and the other person is flabbergasted and doesn't know what to do but yell at him for being wrong about the situation

He is wearing jeans, tan ankle boots and a Hawaiian shirt, unbuttoned low enough to catch a generous eyeful of his well-maintained torso and the countless tattoos that splatter his chest and left arm. His hair is pushed back off his face by a pair of sunglasses perched on top of his head. He wears a crucifix around his neck and his fingers are weighed down by clunky silver rings. Yes, he is gorgeous; gentle demeanour; impeccable manners. But without wishing to dent his heartthrob status, I'm not sure the nagging urge I have to take him home with me is desire. I think I want him as my son.