I was a bit concerned when Husk got up and abruptly left the group today. While I knew he hated this shit, more than me even but this was the first time that I saw him actually get up and leave. Although, a piece of me understood the reason behind it. I mean,... 'Geez, what are the odds that Alastor would have owned both the souls of a father and son.' I thought to myself as I began to walk over to the bar and sit in front of Demetrius who is manning the bar.

He sets his phone down behind the counter and lets out a groan, "what the hell can I get ya?" I reached up and scratched myself behind the head, "oh wow,... customer service could use... a bit of work..." He lets out a smirk and chuckles, "yeah, and your face could use a bit of work but I'm not judging." This immediately sets me off, "look here you little shit! I don't know what your problem is but you need to lose that fucking attitude of yours before it gets your ass kicked."

He scoffs and rolls his eyes before taking a swig of his alcohol, " pst... I'd love to see them try." I let out a low growl, "ugh, just make me an apple martini." He turns around and begins making me the drink and then sets the finished product down in front of me. I raised a brow and looked at him apprehensively, "uhh... you weren't by any chance a serial killer in life were you?" He scoffs and rolls his eyes, "bitch please, I had better things to do in my life."

I took a sip from it and it actually was quite good. In fact, if I didn't know better, I would have thought Husk made it, "so what were you like when you were alive." He takes some glasses and starts washing and drying them, "I was like, 'nunya'." I raised an eyebrow, "nunya?" He smirked, "yeah, nunya business."

I rolled my eyes really beginning to get annoyed by this kid, "look man, I'm just trying to make conversation with ya here. Why are you being so closed off?" He rolls his eyes and sets the glass down on the shelf, "look, I don't know you or any of these other fucks here and to be quite frank, I don't WANT to get to know anyone else here so might as well hang up the towel while you're ahead." I rolled my eyes and placed my hand on face, 'God damn it, this kid is JUST like his father.' "Okay, fine, I won't ask anymore questions and I won't converse with you anymore but you should know that pushing people away,... it's just going to hurt you a lot more than it hurts anyone else."

I looked down into my drink and sighed, "I would know, I used to do that a lot." In the corner of my eye I see him drop his wings and flattened his ears. As soon as I looked up he was standing straight and his ears and wings were up like normal, "pst... I don't feel pain. Pain and feelings are weak." I let out a sigh and finished up the rest of my drink before leaving to go find Husk, "well, if that's what you truly think and how you feel then there's nothing I can do to change that.

But..." I paused looking over to see a conflicted calico cat demon, "you should know that no one here thinks feelings and pain are a sign of weakness,... but a source of strength." As soon as I said that last bit, I walked away and saw reflected in the glass in front of me that he had his wings drooped and his hands grabbing at the side of his face. As soon as I knew that I was out of his line of sight and hearing distance I closed my eyes and let out a sigh holding a hand up to my chest, "poor kid... He must have really been through a lot to have a mask up all the time like I did." I step outside and see Husk sitting on a bench in front of a bunch of roses and other flowers.

He had his head in his hands and seemed really upset. I came up to the bench and sat down beside him then placed a hand on his shoulder, "are you doing okay, baby?" He shook his head and grabbed one of my hands and held it in his. His voice trembled, "no... no I'm not doing okay at all, Angel." I let out a sigh and wrapped another arm around his waist and laid my head against his shoulder.

He leaned his head against the side of mine. "Do you want to talk about it?" He leaned up and turned his face to mine and I could see the heartbreak in his eyes. The last time he was this upset was when he was with me in the hospital after Valentino beat the shit out of me. His voice trembled and cracked, "I just can't believe that he just bought my son's soul.

To make it worse he lost the ability to love." He then bursts into tears, "and it's all my fault." I pull his face close to mine and plant a kiss to his forehead, "sweetheart, you've got to stop beating yourself down over this. Hey,... look at me." I run my hand down the side of his face and run my fingers through his hair with my other hand and he places his hand on top of mine and looks into my eyes.

"You did the best that you could in a very, VERY difficult situation. You had no way of knowing with certainty what his life was going to be like in the future." He takes my hand down from his face and holds it in his lap, "but that's exactly the point, Angel. I abandoned him when he needed me the most. I should have been there for him.

I— I should've tried harder to be a better father. I mean,... what kind of father chooses alcohol and gambling over his own children? Maybe he would have turned out better if I was there but I wasn't. I— I let him down." I closed my eyes and looked to the side.

"I can't even begin to imagine the pain you went through. I don't know what it's like to lose a child or to have to give them up but I do know this,... it's a part of your past and we can't live there. Even if it's a part of us, it isn't the thing that DEFINES us and who we are. It's the things we do today that define us." I paused for a moment and looked away before turning back and facing him.

I closed my eyes and let out a sigh, "I think you should tell your son that you're his father." He looked away, "I can't." "I know that it's hard and it's painful but he's going to find out at some point anyways and from my experience, it's better to hear it from that person instead of hearing it from someone else. If he finds out on his own or from someone else, he's going to think that you lied to him and that will only make matters worse." He leans over and places a hand up to cup my cheek and kisses me on the lips both passionately and tenderly at the same time.

His lips part from mine and he smiles, "how'd you get so damn smart, Webs?" I grinned and climbed up into his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck, "well I've had some pretty good teachers lately." He grins and pressed his lips up to the side of my neck and a minute later I feel his hot breath against my neck as he whispered softly in my ear, "Sicuramente ti farò impazzire stasera." I blushed and kissed his lips again, "why can't you just do that now, right here?" He places his arms around my waist and chuckles, "Angel, my son is here and he could walk through that door at any moment."

I make a pouty face and he laughs, "oh come on, you get weird over Fat Nuggets watching and he's a pig." I laughed and smacked him lightly on the shoulder, "okay fine, you've got a point there. So then what should we do?" He puts a hand to his chin and thinks for a moment, "let's go into town and meet with some wedding planners." I smiled and clasped my hands together, "oh Husky!

I'd absolutely love that! But only if you're really in the mood for it." He takes my hand and kisses the back of it, "what I really want more than anything is for you to officially be my husband." A smile and a tear form on my face right before I kiss him passionately and then pulled my lips from his breathlessly, "I want that too." He moans and leans in and kisses me again.

"Ang— Angel... let's— let's do this up in our room, I don't think I can wait until tonight." I giggled and jumped up to my feet and offered him my hand. He grins and takes it and I lead him inside and upstairs to our room.