The angel began to snarl out a reply, his eyes agitated. "God fucking dammit, you bastard! Quit being a nasty pe-" he stopped, realising what he had just said and reaching up to touch his rosario choker. He'd never lost control like that, ever.<br/><br/>He stood, shame pushing tears to his eyes as he hurried into his room. Once his door was closed he buried his face in his hands, shaking with silent sobs. He absolutely<i>hated </i>himself for what he had said, even if he had meant it. He sat on his bed, still trembling.<br/><br/>He rubbed his now puffy eyes, sniffling. "If this keeps up i wont..." he teared up again, heart aching as he realised he might spend another thousand years without true love.