Angel kept looking nervously outside, out at the darkness. Being alone... being alone in the dark, that was his worst nightmare. He couldn't even sleep in the dark, keeping a little night light on at all times while the radio or TV babbled on in the background to keep him company. It wasn't the silence that bothered him but... his imagine would invariably take over if he didn't have anything on.
He would hear things and he'd get twitchy, anxious.
So being out there in this pitch black darkness in a town he didn't feel familiar with, after being beaten up savagely... That wasn't a situation he wanted to put himself in. On the other hand, he was also skittish with strangers so it was kind of a toss-up between the lesser of two evils. Maybe a large part of him skewed towards staying with Julio, though, especially as Julio had been keeping a respectful distance and had made no untoward overtures towards him.
"...I'm sorry... I didn't mean to accuse you of... of anything."
He looked at the scar for a long time, as though he could tell its origins from staring at it at length. There was no way of knowing that Julio was telling the truth... but there was also no way of knowing that he was lying. Angel's grasp on the bag loosened and he forced himself to relax a little bit. Even though he wanted to know what happened to Julio, it seemed inappropriate to ask. But somebody handsome, tall, tough like Julio didn't seem different in the ways that Angel was different. His different was an attractive kind of different, the kind that drew people to him.
"What... kind of movies do you want to watch?"
He would hear things and he'd get twitchy, anxious.
So being out there in this pitch black darkness in a town he didn't feel familiar with, after being beaten up savagely... That wasn't a situation he wanted to put himself in. On the other hand, he was also skittish with strangers so it was kind of a toss-up between the lesser of two evils. Maybe a large part of him skewed towards staying with Julio, though, especially as Julio had been keeping a respectful distance and had made no untoward overtures towards him.
"...I'm sorry... I didn't mean to accuse you of... of anything."
He looked at the scar for a long time, as though he could tell its origins from staring at it at length. There was no way of knowing that Julio was telling the truth... but there was also no way of knowing that he was lying. Angel's grasp on the bag loosened and he forced himself to relax a little bit. Even though he wanted to know what happened to Julio, it seemed inappropriate to ask. But somebody handsome, tall, tough like Julio didn't seem different in the ways that Angel was different. His different was an attractive kind of different, the kind that drew people to him.
"What... kind of movies do you want to watch?"