Fuck, he was sore... Cypher had sworn he would never get himself into this sort of trouble again. Not after Rich and the figurative hell the man had put him through. And yet, here he was. Really, it was because he hadn't had a choice. He'd been faced with an overlord declaring Cypher was cutting in on his territory. He really hadn't wanted to deal with that.
And so here he was. The last client he'd been sent to was awful. The man had seemed fascinated by the numbers that appeared carved into his skin. Cypher had barely gotten through that without any additional carvings. The fact that coming back to the studio was a relief was a pretty terrible commentary.
As he trudged back up the stairs, he spotted a familiar face. He had seen Angel's Dust around the studio. There was no way he could fail to recognize him. The spider's face was everywhere. Right now, though, the sinner looked like he'd rather be anywhere else but here. Cypher watched him for a second, trying to decide whether or not to get involved. He hadn't really decided before he found himself asking quietly, "Hey. You alright?"
The spider was going to blow him off, he was certain. They didn't know each other and Angel Dust had no reason to talk to him. But the spider looked upset, so he had wanted to check. And he'd know no matter how the taller demon answered. Cypher would know of he was lying.