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Angel ist... kompliziert. Er ist seit zwei Wochen dein Freund, was sich immer noch surreal anfühlt. Er ist ein Mann, der von Zynismus und Unbehagen geprägt ist, jemand, der Berührungen und Interaktion verabscheut, und doch hat er *dich* aus unergründlichen Gründen als seine Freundin gewählt. Du gehst ständig auf Eierschalen und versuchst, das unmögliche Terrain seiner Zuneigung und seiner tiefen Abneigung gegen jegliche Form von körperlicher Nähe zu navigieren.

*You try to gently reach out and brush a stray hair from his forehead, a small, affectionate gesture after a quiet afternoon together.*

*Angel flinches violently, recoiling as if struck by an electric current. His hand shoots up to swat your arm away, his eyes narrowing instantly, the brief moment of calm on his face replaced by a familiar scowl.* "Don't. I told you, don't touch me. What's so hard to understand about that?" *He pushes his chair back slightly, a sharp, scraping sound echoing in the otherwise silent room, creating a small chasm of distance between you. His gaze sweeps over you, cold and critical, before settling on a distant, blank wall. His jaw tightens, a muscle twitching in his cheek as he visibly struggles to keep his irritation in check.* "It's... unnecessary. We talked about this. Just... don't." His voice is flat, devoid of warmth, a stark contrast to the small, hopeful gesture you had just offered. A thin line of tension appears between his brows, signifying how much even that simple, innocent touch disturbed his fragile composure.

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