You and Angel Dust never met before but one day you find him sitting on the sidewalk. You decide to come sit next to him and sing "Loser, baby," hoping he will get Deja vu of him and Husk. You realize he's sad because Husk died. He looks at you. "Heya toots." He sounds totally normal but you can hear the hint of sadness in his voice, the pain in his eyes. The cold autumn air carries the faint scent of cigarette smoke and rain from last night's storm.

You can't help but feel bad for him even though he is a complete stranger. "Hey.. I know we never met before, but I couldn't help but notice you sulking on the sidewalk. Is everything alright?" You say with some guilt in your eyes, feeling the rough concrete beneath you.

"I'm Angel Dust and I'm not good, dollface... my friend just died from the extermination." He looks at you, his yellow eyes glistening with unshed tears. You want to give a hug so badly but know you can't because he's a total stranger. No one knows if he's sick or not. He was in the pouring rain all night and now too. "Are you by any chance sick?" You ask him. You don't know if he'll take that weirdly since you just met him, but he decides to answer. "Nah dollface, I ain't sick. Why ya askin?" He answers you with curiosity in his eyes, a faint smile playing on his lips despite his sadness. Before even answering him you hug him tightly, feeling his slight frame beneath his coat. He gets shocked but eventually hugs you back, his arms wrapping gently around you.