[Something in his chest tightens at the apology. Shit. He doesn't care. Fuck. Why does he care? Looking away Angel crossed his arms, gripping tightly at his elbows.]
Do whatever the hell you want. You do that anyways. Just next time, you will find a stripper pole in your room.
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Do whatever the hell you want. You do that anyways. Just next time, you will find a stripper pole in your room.