Just like he'd done when he'd been drunk, Angel had misinterpreted his rejection as a permanent thing. Perhaps it was for the best that Alastor was going to step away from the hotel for a while. Maybe at least one of them could achieve some clarity.

Alastor reached out and up to place his hand on Angel's shoulder.

"No, Angel. You should get some rest before you do anything else."

Unlike when their positions were reversed, Alastor had the power to enforce such a suggestion. He reached out with his magic, spelling the spider to sleep for at least six hours to get some proper sleep. He was in the perfect position to catch Angel should he simply collapse and then move him to the bed.

Alastor was mentally and emotionally exhausted from tonight. Perhaps Angel was much the same.