Angel opened up to her first. He showed up one night on Cherri's doorstep; trembling and curled in on himself – nothing like the persona he usually extruded.
So she laid beside him on her rotten mattress, and he sobbed until the rising pentagram bled the new day.
After that, Cherri's apartment would always be open for Angel when he needed it.
She still kept her own past closed. She couldn't dump that on him, on top of the shit he went through.
Besides, whenever Cherri hung out with Angel she never thought about Hunter.
That felt like enough in return.