At the sound of Alastor's voice cutting over the radio, the spider flinched. It felt like forever since he's heard his voice. Just hearing it filled him with a strange warmth he didn't know was possible. Praise Satan, he was alive. For now. His grump turned to burning annoyance. Couldn't spare a second to text, huh?

Angel pounded back the coffee and crawled up on to the bar giving Husk a surly gaze. "Well he ain't here, is he? I distinctly remember saying 'until he returns'." Swinging his long legs over to the other side of the bar pulling Husker firmly between them. "Unless you got any objection to that?"

Spite fucking was on.