Angelo, Paige and some worries

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Angelo comes to pick up Paige for the Asgard party and Paige fakes sick. Luckily, Paige is a horrible liar (she doesn't get sick for one) and Angelo sees right through her. Comfort cuddling, short and sweet.


Angelo headed into Paige's suite, with the intention of fetching her for the party or at least seeing if she was ready. Pausing at her door, since it was firmly closed, he knocked and waited for a moment.

The last of Paige’s roomies had cleared out a little while ago, leaving Paige to sneak back in and curl up in a nest of blankets in her bed. There was a rap on the door, which could only be Angelo as so few people knocked these days, and she gave a quiet groan. “Angelo, just head down without me. I’m not feeling all that well.”

Hearing that, he frowned, worried, and walked into the room. "Not just yet. What's wrong?"

“Just something I ate, probably,” Paige answered, keeping her face to the wall. “I’m sure I’ll be fine later. Go have fun, if I’m feeling better I’ll come down later.”

Angelo's frown deepened at something he heard in her voice, and he crossed to the bed to tilt her face gently towards him. As he suspected, she'd been crying, and he sighed and pulled her into his arms, not speaking for the moment.

Paige gave him a weak smile, sniffling just a little bit as she forced back the new tears that were already forming in her eyes. “Um. Hey.”

Angelo brought up a hand to brush away the tears on her face. "Hey. You gonna tell me what's really wrong?" He thought he had a fair guess, but didn't want to assume.

“Worried,” was all Paige offered, swallowing hard. She kissed his wrist as it brushed by, giving her time to steady her voice. “I’m okay, really. Go have fun. I’ll probably just grab a book in a second anyway.”

Angelo nodded, his thought confirmed. "Jono. He mailed me too. Not really in much of a party mood myself, so I'll stay if you want me."

Paige nodded, resting her head against his shoulder with a sigh. “You don’t have to.”

Angelo kicked off his shoes and slipped quietly into the bed beside her, wrapping her securely in his arms again. "Maybe not. But I'm here as long as you want me to be."

“Okay,” Paige said quietly, feeling her chest release just slightly, entirely defeated. “Thank you.”

Angelo tipped his head to kiss her temple, trying to give her all the comfort he could. "Anythin' else I can do? Or go fetch?"

“Nono,” Paige said, sliding her leg over so it draped across his. “Just be here. Please?”

Angelo nodded his agreement against her hair, drawing her as close as he could. "Not goin' anywhere."