Angel wasn't certain why he was waking up, as he shifted a bit his head was resting against Alastor's bed. His lower set of arms resting under his chin as he gave a grumbled noise, he didn't want to wake up. Sitting up he scrubbed at his face, still not bothering to remove his hand from... Alastors? Angel's eyes snapped open as he looked down at his empty hand.

"You... know..." The voice crackled, as the faint hum of the radio filled the room. Angel turned his attention fully to the figure that was starting to push himself into a sitting position. "I... don't... be touched..." Alastor strained as the station popped and grew fuzzy. Angel didn't say anything for a moment before launching himself at the deer demon, as he wrapped his arms around the overlord's neck and chest.

"Fuck, I missed yah so much! Don't ever give me a heart attack again!" Angel yelled as he dug his head into Alastor's shoulder, tears streamed down the spider's face. "Don't do that ever again." Angel whispered.

"I... not... to chall.... challenge... overlords." Alastor mumbled."Angel... th... hurts." Angel's eyes snapped open as he quickly pushed away from the demon, and he whispered his apologies.

"Sorry. Do ya need anything? Water, food, something else. I can get Charlie if need be." Alastor shook his head, his grin wasn't as wide as it normally was.

"Don'...her...Water?" Alastor asked after a moment.

"Oh yeah, of course." Angel jumped to his feet moving over to the desk where a pitcher of water was and quickly filled up a glass. Angel was happy that Niffty kept bringing him random food items, sometimes he would get randomly hungry and he just turned around to find something. Moving back to Alastor, Angel offered the water as the overlord whispered a crackling thanks before taking the glass. "Don't drink it so fa-'' Alastor downed the whole glass in almost a single gulp.

"What Angel?" Alastor asked, his voice finally coming into a proper sound and station. He wasn't as staticy anymore, but one look at the overlord and Angel could tell that he wasn't exactly not in pain either.

"Nevermind." Angel chuckled as he took the empty glass. "Care to tell me about what the hell actually happened?" Angel questioned. Alastor was silent for a few moments as he glanced down at his exposed chest, he lightly ran a hand over his bandaged stomach.

"Angel, where are my clothes?" Alastor asked, getting Angel to light up with a faint shade of pink for a moment.

"Your shirt was ripped to tatters and yah were pretty bloodied."

"That's not what I'm referring to." Alastor stated before casting the spider a little look.

"Oh... You don't like my shorts." Angel whispered as he looked at the radio demon for a moment. The dude didn't own a single pair of shorts or anything else so Angel had fetched a pair of his own shorts to put on the deer.

"Just wondering where my pants were." Alastor answered as he gave the spider a small look before settling his head against the headboard. His ears folded against his head as he took a shaky breath and he closed his eyes. "I feel naked." Alastor whispered. Angel cast a glance over the overlord's body, by lucifer he wanted to fuck that man. He was all muscle, which you couldn't tell under that suit, even though his bandages covered most of his chest, stomach, and arms, he still looked amazing.

"Besides the shorts, yah sort of are babe. At least ya ain't in that much pain... right?" Angel asked.

"It's not the most comfortable." Alastor admitted. "I've had worse though."

"Do ya want any pain meds? Charlie said something about them earlier." Angel informed and Alastor shook his head no.

"I'll be fine."

"So can you answer my question?"

"Can you ask it again?"

"Sure, how the fuck did yah get my contract?" Alastor's eyes flew open.

"Oh... well..." Alastor whispered as his ears perked up a bit before fully laying against his head. "It wasn't supposed to happen that way. I went to Valentino to make an exchange." Angel stared at the deer demon for a few moments trying to read his face but with that smile of his it was nearly impossible to tell.

"Exchange?"

"Your contract, for my territory." Angel nearly fell out of his chair at the statement. Alastor was going to step down as overlord for his contract, he knew that Alastor had no real interest in being an overlord but still. He has really started embracing the title since working at the hotel and to just suddenly throw it away, just like that.

"Ya fucking shitting me! Yah were going to give him all your..." Angel carried off, trying to fully wrap his mind around that statement. "Wait... he said no?"

"Not originally... Vox made his input on the matter known and then Valentino changed his tune. I don't know exactly what triggered it but suddenly Vox was ready to fight. I... I wasn't going to leave without your contract."

"Why! Why would you do somethin like that! Do you know how fuckin insane that is! Al, you could have died, again." Angel practically screamed.

"But I didn't Angel. I did it because..." Alastor fell silent as he stared down at his bandaged hands and arms.

"I'm waitin." Angel crossed his arms.

"You asked me to." Angel was taken aback by the statement.

"When the fuck did I do that?"

"How long have I been out?"

"What does..." Angel huffed, noticing that Alastor still hadn't looked up at him. "It would have been your third day this morning."

"Then about a week ago, when you came home. You could barely stand, you were bloody and bruised. You wouldn't say who did it to you, but I already knew. You were on drugs, and you begged me to free you..." Alastor glanced at Angel. Angel sat stock still, he didn't remember that. He didn't remember doing that, at all. "I got you cleaned, and healed up and I let you go to bed. You didn't remember it in the morning, so I just never brought it up."

"I'm an idiot!" Angel screamed at himself. "I asked yah to take care of it, and I don't even remember. Val made me take those drugs cause he wanted me to be good on stage that day. I broke my nearly two month sober, all because he asked me too." Angel's voice pettered off into a whisper as he brought his hands up to his face, burying it in them. "I'm such an idiot."

"You couldn't refuse him?" Alastor asked.

"No, otherwise it would have been worse." Angel mumbled through his fingers.

"Well. You're free of him now."

"What do ya want me to do..." Angel whispered. Alastor's ears perked up, as he looked at the spider demon.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, ya own me. You have my contract, I have to do whatever it is yah want. Do ya want me to play nurse and take care of ya? Do ya want me to go out and secure yer territory? After all ya got Vox's now too. For Satan's sake I'll even sleep with yah if you want." Angel blurted as Alastor visibly shook, the color draining from his face slightly. Damn, Angel had hoped that would be it.

"No... I don't operate like that. My contracts aren't my slaves, you are free to do whatever you wish. But if I need you for anything, I expect you to answer. It's similar to Husk and Niffty. They don't have to stay but they choose to." Alastor informed. Angel didn't know what to think now, he wasn't used to this. Alastor was actually decent with his contracts, certainly every contract has some sort of stipulation. Yet it seemed that Alastor was pretty lax with his contracts.

"Ya know... it's pretty late, I should let you rest a bit more. Yah know before we go and tell everyone that you're awake." Angel stated as he started to get to his feet. Fat Nuggets perked up from where he slept in the small bed beside the chair Angel was using. Alastor watched the spider for a few moments before giving a small nod. Scooping up the pig, Angel headed towards the door.

"Of course. Goodnight, Angel." Angel whispered. Turning the knob, Angel was prepared to speak before he heard Alastor. "And thank you..." Angel's face glowed a subtle pink.

"Night, Al." Angel answered before shutting the door behind him. Alastor sat in silence for a few moments as he stared down at his hands. He tried to force his magic forward, trying to have something answer his call. No glow escaped his skin as he stared down at the bandages. Where was his magic?