Alastor came over to Angel Dust with a velvet-lined box.
"Angel, it's been some time since we've known each other. I wanted to give you something special."
Curiously, Angel took the velvet box and opened it. Inside was a single drop pearl pendent necklace.
"It belonged to my mother." said Alastor, "It was one of the few pieces of jewelry she could afford. I want you to have it."
"Oh Al, I-"
It was at that moment, Angel started to cry.
"Angel, what's wrong, my dear?" asked Alastor.
"I'm sorry. It's beautiful. Really. It's just that gifts-"
"They remind you of Valentino, don't they?" asked Alastor.
Angel sniffled a bit, rubbing the tears away from his cheek.
"There, there." said Alastor reassuringly, "Rest assured, I won't let him touch you. You don't have to worry about him any longer."
"You're holding my hand." said Angel.
Alastor looked down at his hand and saw that he was holding onto Angel's.
"So I am." said Alastor.