The appearance of the Shadow was actually a welcomed one. Angel didn't mind his presence and he found himself leaning into the cool inky touch. No longer under the effects of the drugs Val forced on him, the cold hand felt like an ice pack on his throbing head. But when the icy chill grew warm Angel flinched away. The master had arrived.

Fucking great. This is the second time Alastor witnessed him crying. Just kill him now. Would solve so many problems. Biting back his venom, Angel shrugged off Alastor's hand.

"Just stop it. Stop pretending that you care. I don't need or want your pity."