A 'hey, when are we gonna fuck again?' Would have been so easy he would have just texted him that to start with. Angel, frustrated by his own stumbling and nerves, balled up his fists and held them against his thighs, pressing hard enough to hurt. "I -" he flinched. "I like ya, alright? Not just for the sex, but for... everything. You made me feel somethin' I haven't felt in forever and it's driving me fucking crazy."