"Fine." Angel ground out, returning to quietly staring out the car window.

Damn, he was really starting to feel that pleasant buzz that numbed his pain tearing away leaving behind raw nerves. The reality of their situation dug deep into him and he stewed in his ugly emotion soup. Angel bit down hard on his bottom lip fighting off the anxiety attack he felt clinching at his chest. It was getting hard to breathe and the already tiny car felt like it was shrinking.

It felt like a lifetime before their taxi pulled up the drive to the Happy Hotel. The taxi barely came to a stop when Angel charged out of it, slamming the door behind him without waiting for Alastor. Not bothering to look back to see of the deer was following, Angel marched up the sidewalk to the front doors. Angel knew he should be thankful but he wasn't. He was angry. He was hurt.