Angel's hands fumbled, his eyed fluttering up to stare at Alastor. He could feel his jaw go slack as his heart sunk in his chest. It was his fault he got hurt. If he didn't give him that stupid present, Alastor wouldn't have risked his life over a stupid piece of metal.

Lowering the towel back into the bowl, Angel bowed his head. "Why would ya risk your life over something like that? God dammit. Even when I'm not there, I find ways of hurtin' ya. It was my gift that cause you to get hurt."