𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 | HuskerDust

Eight

Angel hummed along to the tune playing on the radio. Husk had given him a pillow and blanket for the couch at his request. Alastor had left after dinner, claiming it was his shift at the station.

"So, ya still questionin' da boss, kid?" Husk asked, leaning against the arch that connected the kitchen and living room. He sipped at the beer in his hand, smiling at Angels eye roll.

"Yes. Neither of us know how ta kidnap correctly." Angel huffed and turned the radio up.

"That was Wildwood Flower from Carter Family. A splendid song indeed. Reminds me of simpler times."

Angel's eye widened and he looked at Husk. "That's Alastor?! He's the radio host?!"

"Didn't think you'd recognize his voice so soon," Husk said with a laugh. He sat on the couch next to Angel.

"He sounds so.. cocky and fake. A complete contrast from what I saw." Angel nuzzled against the pillow he was given and pulled the blanket closer around him. He yawned a little, his guard slipping as he curled up in his spot.

"He's a man with a charm. He knows how to woo people." Husk took a long chug of his beer.

"Now the next song is Stardust from Hoagy Carmichael. Enjoy."

Angel's eyes widened and if you looked closely enough, tears glossed them over. He smiled faintly and closed his eyes as he listened to the comforting song. Not too long after, he fell asleep.

Husk turned the radio up a bit more and carefully checked the bandage on Angel's leg before turning the light off. "Good night, Angel," he murmured.

The sound of the radio was the only sound that filled the room.