You Weren't There

“Everything's fine, baby,” Angel assures him with a mischievous smirk, hoping to distract him with something more enticing than conversation, but Husk's frown deepens at the response. “That was a bullshit Angel Dust answer,” Husk says flatly, raising an eyebrow. “I wanna know the truth, kid. Are you okay?” He hadn't even really realized that he'd slipped into his stage persona a little, putting up a front to hide his true feelings behind, and that's what does him in. If he's doing this shit around Husk unintentionally, then maybe something really is wrong with him. He can't stop himself from asking, the question falling from his lips without his permission. “Did we have sex last night?”