𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 | HuskerDust

Ten

Breakfast was quiet. 

Angel had gotten help from Alastor to get to the dining table despite how he claimed he can do it himself. He hadn't liked how intimidating the red-clad male was, especially since his grip on the taller was a painful reminder that he had no trouble with causing Angel more pain. Husk had gotten into a 'quiet' argument with Alastor in the kitchen about how it was his job to help Angel move around and he didn't want the red male near him.

"Are you not hungry? You've been staring at your food since we've sat down," Alastor spoke up, breaking the silence. He watched as Angel picked up his fork with his non-dominant, but uninjured arm. His hand was shaky and uncoordinated. He chuckled as Angel tried to eat but ended up nearly dropping the fork.

"As a matter of fact, no, I'm not hungry," Angel said, crossing his arms as best he could with how much pain his injured arm was. He would never admit it out loud that he really was hungry and the only thing keeping him from eating was his own mind. He saw the look on Husk's face after he had said that, and felt bad about denying food.

An uncomfortable silence fell over them before Husk picked up Angel's fork. "Ya know, kid, yer right. We don't know how kidnapping works. But what I know is that ya ain't gonna heal if ya don't eat." 

"Da fuck do ya think ya doin'?" Angel asked. He leaned away from Husk as the shorter male brought the fork with a piece of bacon towards Angel's mouth. 

"Feedin' ya, what does it look like?" Husk asked rhetorically as he held the bite in front of him. "Eat it. It's not poisoned, I can promise ya that." 

The look on Alastor's face is what caused Angel to lean forward and allow Husk to put the food into his mouth. That didn't mean he was going to enjoy eating the food. He had an escape planned out in his head but his issue was his injured leg and the arm that had been grazed. Even when the wounds heal, it'll be hell trying to get his leg strong enough to move properly again.

"Ya okay, kid? Ya look sick," Husk commented as he ate a bite of his own food. Angel nodded, swallowing his bite with the help of the orange juice he was given.

"Jus' lost in thought. Why is Smiles ova' there smiling at me like Al Capone or some shit?" Angel asked, gesturing towards Alastor with his head. Husk chuckled as he brought another bite up to Angel's lips, waiting for the taller to reluctantly accept it.

"He's tryin' to look intimidatin'. Did that to me da first night he kidnapped me. Ya'll get used ta it," Husk said in response with an eye roll towards Alastor.

The room fell into a more comforting silence as Husk fed the reluctant Angel. But one question remains: what now?