When the weight of Alastor's arms was lifted from his shoulders, Angel leaned up to free up the space between them. One to look totally causal as if he wasn't just thinking of rocking the radio demon's world. And two, to reveal the lingering temptation of wanting to act on said thoughts. Fuck, was this character growth? It sucked ass.

"Ya, that wasn't really in the cards for me. Being from a crime family and all. Though that would have really grind my father's gears. His queer son doing woman's work." Angel laughed to himself crossing his arms. "I do have an outfit for clients that have a nurse kink." Suddenly his grin turned vile again. "I could be your little nurse until you're all better, Smiles~"

Letting that simmer for a moment, Angel rose to his feet to carry the supplies he used to patch Al back where he found them in that small bathroom. He needed a moment to breathe, being grateful that Alastor couldn't see the look on his face right now. Stalling for a bit of time but not too long to arouse suspicion he came back out to rejoin the shorter demon. When he sat down down, there was calm air about him.

"I hope your time alone provided what you needed."