Angel. (broodypants) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2013-11-04 18:56:00 |
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There were no words for how deeply Angel was dreading this. He'd never intended for it to happen, but he had gotten caught up in the moment and his resistance had been down -- except that wasn't fair, that was shifting the blame again just like Dorian had accused him of doing with Darla. He needed to stop that and take responsibility for his actions. He had screwed up. He'd gotten jealous, and instead of talking about it or dealing with those feelings like a normal person, he'd lashed out to mark his territory instead. What the hell kind of person did that to someone they cared about? Balancing the pizza box in one hand, Angel fished his key card out of his pocket with the other and unlocked their shared front door, glancing around as he stepped inside. "Connor?" he called, nudging the door shut behind him with his shoulder before moving into the dining area. "Food's here." He placed the pizza on the table then went into the kitchen for a plate and beverages: beer for Connor (now that he knew his son could tolerate it easily, although really, given the kind of conversation they were going to have, it might not be the worst thing in the world if the alcohol relaxed the guy a little) and pig's blood for Angel. He didn't need it since he'd just fed the night before, but he had a feeling he was going to want something to look at that wasn't Connor's face after he admitted what he'd done. |