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It was another one of those nights again.
Angel was heaving into the toilet seat like his life depended on it. He tightly clutched Husk’s leg while trying not to faint. The only sound in their bathroom was Angel’s heaved breaths and mumbled apologies.
“Ya feel better?” A clawed hand came down to pet his hair.
“Fuck no-”
“I told you—”
He glared up at his partner, although a weak glare, “Don’t.”
Husk just shrugged and continued petting his hair. It was really quiet, the no good kind of quiet. This was hard for him too, why couldn’t his boyfriend just listen to him?
He had been reasonable and asked not to mix any drugs and what did he do? Mix drugs, his only excuse being that the high felt way better. (Why wasn’t being with him good enough? He sorta got it, as an alcoholic, but not really, too.)
“Turn around,” Angel said with a rough voice, “Husk. Turn.”
And there was his cue to cover his (sensitive) ears, close his eyes and turn around. He tried hard to ignore the squelching sounds of his partner vomiting up alcohol and straight up stomach acid. Husk had always been easily upset by noises people made, like chewing, spitting or simply eating with their mouth open. It was no wonder that his punishment down here was fated to capitalize on that weakness, fuck his useful but annoying cat hearing.
He also knew he didn’t have to stay here with Angel and torture himself with these awful noises, but it was his Angel we were talking about, so some sacrifices are to be made. Husk was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t notice his boyfriend had stopped vomiting and just clung to his leg again.
“Sugar?”
“Yes, honey?”
Angel blushed at that and let out a small chuckle, “I meant can i get somethin’ with sugar.”
Pun succeeded, one Angel laugh coming right up! “One second.”
With a dramatic groan he peeled himself off of Husk’s leg and sat up somewhat properly. Really, Angel tried to stay awake, but he couldn’t help himself and every few seconds his vision would go blurry again and he ended up clutching the toilet seat tighter than before. It felt like an eternity until Husk came back with a small chocolate bar.
“Should be light enough for your stomach,” He broke off half of it, “They didn’t have anything else.”
The other half of the chocolate was put aside if one of them wanted it later. Angel mumbled a few words of gratitude and started munching on the sweet bar. He seemed more stable now then a few hours earlier, even his cheeks seemed to have gained their slightly rosy color again (it was hard to see through the fur but it was there). Despite Husk's best efforts at stifling a yawn his boyfriend still noticed it and gave him a teasing look.
“Aww, is gramps over here tired?”
“Shut up and you’re literally older than me.”
Angel stood up on shaking legs and grasped his hand, “Anyway!”
Husk shook his head fondly and got the memo. It’s high time for the both of them to sleep the day off. In comfortable silence they walked over to their bed, since a few months ago they had moved into a larger room in the Hazbin Hotel since either of them usually slept in the other's room together anyway.
Fat Nuggets was already asleep on his soft pig pillow next to the bed, apparently he didn't feel like sleeping in the bed today, oh well, more room for them. Husk got on the bed with a satisfied groan while Angel quickly changed into his fresh pajamas. After that the cuddlebug laid on top of his partner and smiled.
“Thanks for today, Husky”
“Of course, love you, baby.”
And Husk knew that Angel wasn’t ready to say the L-word yet, that didn’t matter to him. He’d say it again and again as long as would able to because loving him was one of the greatest things to ever happen to him. Besides, with the way Angel snuggled up to him and had helped him during his own blackout drunk episodes, he could say one thing for sure---
Actions spoke louder than words and by that logic he had come to the conclusion a long time ago that Angel did love him back.