That really was the problem with crushes, wasn't it? There often times wasn't logic to it. Although Angel could definitely see how he got there himself. Husk understood him, he didn't use him for his body and, frankly, didn't seem to give a fuck about any of that up to and including the sex until they had it. And when they did he was courteous and aware and he looked at Angel like a person and not... an object. A thing. He saw him for what he really was now and back before when he first called him out outside the club.

"You don't feel the same. I get it." He said, rubbing the heel of his palm against an eye. "Just forget I said anything." They didn't have to make this weird. It didn't have to be weird.