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Angelo didn’t drink but his tolerance was decent, his hair coming undone as he rode the elevator to his hotel room.
He felt warmed from the alcohol, the warmth staving off the chill in his bare hotel room.
Angelo took down his hair and got on his bed with all of his clothes on, his shoes kept neatly beside his bed.
He sat up with his arms around his knees, his head resting against them. Black hair obscured his vision, his thoughts a little sluggish from the wine.
He was going to take a dangerous job any moment from now but Angelo didn’t feel the faintest hint of worry. He had been in constant danger in entire life, and he knew he could die at any time.
There was no use thinking about it, if he died, then he would be spared the torment of living.
Angelo sat through the night, until the haze of alcohol faded, and the hotel quietened down. He wouldn’t be able to sleep even if he tried and he didn’t want to, he would rather not have more nightmares.
He thought about sneaking into his boss’ office to take a nap but it was probably better that Silvia didn’t see him again. She had already done so much for him, he felt guilt at the pain in her eyes whenever she saw him now.
Angelo was well accustomed to staying up through the night, it didn’t even feel like several hours to him, the sun rising to herald a new day.
Only when it got bright enough to peek through the curtains did he get up from his curled up position, his joints cracking.
He went through the motions of stretches and exercises before heading to the bathroom to clean up. In a hoodie and fresh pants, he sat at his desk with a cup of coffee that was delivered by the hotel service.