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He doesn't know the details of everything. Someday he and Angel might have to actually do something about how little they know about each other (but then how would they repeatedly bruise themselves, trying to protect one another from themselves? it's their whole thing). He knows enough to nod and hm softly. "My first deal is... it's to do with my family?" He hopes that's sufficient, not because it's a secret, but because it's a pretty long story and he's got enough to think about at the moment. "But if I managed to get a second, he can have it, if that happens first? To make sure."

(Has Angel also offered Wen Ning a hypothetical future deal? It's their whole thing.)

It's not a solution, just one more possible lifeline. He doesn't even linger on it. It's not exactly a sacrifice, a magical wish earned by being exactly where he wants to be, the happiest he's ever been in life or death.

"But, yes, anything he wants." He really didn't mind when he thought what Angel wanted was to tease him and occasionally kiss. But. This is not exactly a hardship.

If Husk remotely thought it his place to tell that story, he might have filled in any gaps if asked. But it's, well, it's not and he's not terribly keen on getting into all of it as an outsider looking in since while he fucking detests his own "owner", he's still... a lot fucking less than Valentino. Slowly he nods at the mention of his deal, he doesn't need to know the details and he does understand why someone would want to use the Admiral's magical bullshit for family of all things. But he does pause on the second deal bit, a brow raising slowly. "Ain't it funny how we both had the same idea with that. I'm just as much on a leash as he is, but at least the prick I'd have to deal with is mostly just an asshole instead of actively malicious." That's about the only positive thing he can say about Alastor.

But the fact that there is someone else who'd do that? It's a little more of a relief than he was expecting, having put the entire brunt of that on himself.

"Kid's got more people looking out for him than he thinks and dunno about you, but I might be wanting to push his stupid-ass to seeing that."

He doesn't find it that surprising. Magical wishes are sort of the standard toolbox around here. When all you have is a hammer, etc. "Well, it'd be good to have a spare, then," he says mildly, as if it's no hardship to stay happily in his kitchen with his friends on the magic boat and not return to a place where he has nothing but solitude to look forward to until he falls apart in a hundred years or however long that takes.

He should have brought tea. It'd give him something to fuss with.

"You get used to... people not seeing you." A realization had had with Angel long ago, that he's sort of thought explained the two of them despite the looks of surprise he's gotten from the few people who know. When you have a public self, whether you wanted it or not, whether it serves or not, sometimes the rest of you gets lost. "You forget what it looks like, a little?"

Funny that it makes it so much easier, in a way, at least in this case it certainly would given breaking a contract isn't really something that happens, if it's even possible to begin with. Might as well use some magic, or try to, it's better to try than to not. "Exactly. At least you seem to be able to even get one permanent pairing, ain't doing that great of a job on this end." He might be the tiniest bit annoyed at himself over that fact, but outside of the wish thing he's got no real reason to want off of this boat and the less he has to do then the more time he has.

"... I guess so. Never had to do any of that myself so I wouldn't really know." Except he does and he has, not that he sees it or thinks that it's remotely the same thing. As far as he's concerned, he's exactly what he looks like on the outside. "Better that he doesn't have to put that bullshit back on, he's a fucking obnoxious asshole with it on."

"It took a long time to be paired. I was even with him for a month, then on to other temps, then back together," he says, quietly conciliatory. It was a little frustrating at the time, but he can be all sanguine and meditative about it now. It will come. But he absolutely doesn't intend to poke that in case it's a sore spot. Husk is welcome to let it lie.

"Do you mean that voice he does?" Wen Ning does smile then, a small, twitchy thing. "I think I was supposed to be very, um, impressed. Not that it wasn't nice!" He doesn't want it to sound like he's denigrating the performance, but every time Angel's announced he's going to pour on the official Charm, Wen Ning has had to try not to laugh. It's goofier than any game they play on purpose, and he's never known how to participate.

He merely shrugs in turn about the whole pairing thing, it is a little bit of a sore spot for him, but he's mostly trying to just wait and see what happens instead of it being some sort of rush situation. It's not as if it won't happen at some point, but the wait and feeling useless due to it is frustrating.

"There's a whole other personality that goes with that shit, but yeah." Of course he would have done that and he's rolling his eyes, but it's clear that it's more of a joke than him actually being annoyed about it. "It's better here since he knows he doesn't have to, but that fuckin' voice on top of getting way too touchy feely is just too fake as shit for me. Took him a bit to take the hint, but he ain't dumb, at least." He adores him, he really does, but it still raises his hackles a bit when he uses it without any sort of warning.

"It is a little..." He trails off, unable to think of anything to say that captures that mixture of endearment and confusion Angel's moments of knee-jerk professionalism stir. It's like when he offered to show his movies, and Wen Ning had no idea why he would want that when the real Angel was right there, but he didn't want to seem ungrateful--

"Anyway, you can just play with him back," he says without perhaps quite enough thought, because this has been a very tense conversation in many ways, and even Wen Ning can't watch every single thing he says.

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