Angel's hung over mind lagged behind as he was temporarily confused by the stacks of binders. What the hell was this? Did Alastor pick up scrapbooking. Picking up the hand written note, he read it quietly to himself. Suddenly everything clicked in his head, his eyes going wide as he pulled out the top most binder and flipped it open. His contract. He did it. He actually did it.

Running his thumb over the countless pages and seeing all the pain steaking detailed notes the radio demon lovingly lined out... It must have taken him an eternity to write up and researched. All this for him. He poured so much time and energy work over his, even for a used up broken toy. But something wasn't sitting right with him. The opening line of the unsigned message.

'In case something should happen.'

The fuck was that about?! That sounded ominous like the deer knew something he didn't. It aligned poorly with Alastor's departure last night on the cusp of the Cleanse. It was almost as if Alastor was giving himself out, even though he said he wanted to make Angel his. Like he had one foot out the door. Was he not planning on returning? The feline could see Angel's body starting to quiver and he bowed his head over the open box, a hand reached up to cover his eyes.

"Al, you fucking dumbass..." Angel snorted under his breath and Husk could hear something wet dripping on to the bar's wood counter.