barren

nevada brushes over his questions - he knows they're only distractions.

he's the one who's supposed to be asking them, anyways, but that doesn't console angel much in being ignored. that doesn't stop the icy grip of memory from grasping at him. angel huffs a sigh and stares into his lap.

his hair falls into his lap, obscuring his face, and angel tucks it behind his ears when he looks up at nevada. "i don't want to talk." he says, scrambling until he's dug his nails back into what's become usual.

"why do we always gotta talk?" he says, drawing his hair over his shoulder. he can't sit still, but his fidgeting isn't of his usual seductive sort – it's restlessness, nerves. "are you married?" he eyes nevada's hands, the slender fingers, the rings he wears carefully avoiding the fourth finger on his left hand – but he isn't from around here, maybe it's different. angel licks his lips – it doesn't entirely matter. a ring will never stop a horny guy. "i'm paying you, and you don't you wanna have sex?"

angel's brow creases at the question. the answer seems obvious, but he won't say it. (it's all he knows, really). "you're cute."

"and i still think you should treat me with a good hard fuck." he tells nevada, though he's lacking in his ardour.

"you don't think i'm pretty? or you don't swing that way? you just want me to keep wasting money?"

he flashes nevada a bitter smile.

"i told you," he groans - does nevada only remember things if he's written them down? "i went out and got loaded. had fun." fun, he's sure - he doesn't really remember. only waking up hungover and late, in a stranger's bed.