[The world doesn't fall apart- the stupid hotel doesn't even fall apart. It's just them, standing there, after doing something reckless and stupid and impossible. There's no crackle of radio static, no sudden appearance of chains around either of them. They flew under the radar and Husk is stupid enough to let a tiny sliver of hope into his chest that maybe they can keep flying under it.
A smile tugs at his lips when he hears Angel laugh. Oh, the things he would do to hear that again- a proper, genuine laugh. Not the shit he puts on when he's flirting with people or acting. It feels wonderful to hear it- pools somewhere in his chest and stays there. He's happy to help his forehead against Angel's soft and comfortable- a mutual safe haven. He's lost track of the fucking arms, but that's fine. He can live with that.
He only pulls back a little when Angel winces, his ears slowly pulling back as he sees the anxiety and fear settling into the other's expression. This is stupidly dangerous and it will probably get them both killed, but Husk is finding it desperately hard to care about that. Instead, his hand moves up to brush against the soft fluff of Angel's cheek, his thumb just against the corner of his mouth.]
Why? I'm not.
[Sorry. Not even for a fucking second. There are outside forces that will absolutely and categorically not tolerate this- who will make their lives ever harder for daring to step out of line here. Chase something they should not be allowed to have. But even then, he can't be sorry for this. He won't be. ]
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A smile tugs at his lips when he hears Angel laugh. Oh, the things he would do to hear that again- a proper, genuine laugh. Not the shit he puts on when he's flirting with people or acting. It feels wonderful to hear it- pools somewhere in his chest and stays there. He's happy to help his forehead against Angel's soft and comfortable- a mutual safe haven. He's lost track of the fucking arms, but that's fine. He can live with that.
He only pulls back a little when Angel winces, his ears slowly pulling back as he sees the anxiety and fear settling into the other's expression. This is stupidly dangerous and it will probably get them both killed, but Husk is finding it desperately hard to care about that. Instead, his hand moves up to brush against the soft fluff of Angel's cheek, his thumb just against the corner of his mouth.]
Why? I'm not.
[Sorry. Not even for a fucking second. There are outside forces that will absolutely and categorically not tolerate this- who will make their lives ever harder for daring to step out of line here. Chase something they should not be allowed to have. But even then, he can't be sorry for this. He won't be. ]