The forceful "no" startled Alastor. His ears pricked straight up as he stared at Angel, wide grin less malevolent and holding...respect? Yes, that was it. Respect. It seemed those two months out of Valentino's grip had strengthened Angel's spine somewhat.
He could still clearly remember the way the spider clutched at him as they'd gone through the mall, how hard it was to convince him that Alastor could keep him safe. Not that he'd blamed Angel in the least for his fear. He knew from experience just how hard it was to walk away from an abuser.
Not just from watching his mother, either. As much as he loved the woman, she'd hardly been a saint. Alastor wasn't the only one in his family in Hell for a reason.
He struggled for an answer. (How funny! The Radio Demon was speechless for once!)
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He could still clearly remember the way the spider clutched at him as they'd gone through the mall, how hard it was to convince him that Alastor could keep him safe. Not that he'd blamed Angel in the least for his fear. He knew from experience just how hard it was to walk away from an abuser.
Not just from watching his mother, either. As much as he loved the woman, she'd hardly been a saint. Alastor wasn't the only one in his family in Hell for a reason.
He struggled for an answer. (How funny! The Radio Demon was speechless for once!)