Angel's laughter trailed off giving way to sniffling, reaching up to rub at his eyes. He wasn't crying okay? There was just smoke in his eyes from the cooking. Or they were just getting irritated by what ever spices he was using. But definitely not blubbering like a baby, alright?

Welp this wasn't where he thought this conversation would go. Opening up to Al about the past like this. Maybe he half expected him to find enjoyment out of his own stupidity, wanting to double down on how shitty he felt. So when he didn't, it puzzled Angel. Instead Alastor was standing there in front of him, revealing a small piece of himself with him. Normally the deer was so guarded about personal matters. Angel didn't know what to think about this strange development. All Angel could do was blink dumbly at him.

"I see... Guess your mom and I have something in common, eh?" Angel snorted trying to crack a smile, but it came out strained. "I should let ya get back to cooking."

Angel shifted awkwardly as he slipped his ass off the counter to stand back on the tiled floor. "Sorry to dump all this on you first thing in the morning. And uh... could you not tell anyone about what I told you? I mean... its not a huge secret. Anyone who does a little digging could find it out. I would rather it not be common knowledge."