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Fuck Alastor, fuck Cannibal Town, fuck his own stupidity for going up against Alastor in the first place; as if fighting off those damn cannibals wasn't enough he couldn't keep his temper around Alastor, jabbed his sore spots, and he can still feel the chain strangling him even after Alastor's left.
And in the midst of it all, a hand reaches for him, gently resting on his shoulder; Husk slowly looks up into concerned heterochromatic eyes and feels some of the pain melt away as Angel kneels down beside him, "is there anything I can do, get you a drink, some painkillers?"
And despite everything Husk smiles, because he already has everything he needs, just stay with me; Angel's arm wraps gently around him and another hand reaches for Husk's, and he remembers it's not so bad because losers are always there for each other.