Husk had lost the ability to love years ago. It had been a painful, stressful emotion to him, the unfairness of life mixed with the shock of sudden thunder and splintered dreams, but...
He had heard Angel's broken sobs one night when he couldn't sleep and had been wandering the hotel, had listened as the spider's crying had risen and fallen like ocean waves, had felt his chest hurt with something that confused him.
Now, as Husk cleaned glasses and stocked the bar, he saw that pet of Angel's, the walking pile of bacon called Fat Nugget (an actually funny name, though he'd never say so), playing at the spider's feet. He listened to Angel's laughter and saw how his eyes lit up and his lips curved into a content, joyful smile. He watched as that smile was turned his way and how it grew slightly.
Oh. So that's what love felt like.