Angel stared at the door through which Tom Collins had just fled. He had no idea what he had done to make him leave so abruptly. He was used to getting that reaction from others when he was in drag, but tonight, he was dressed in normal 'boy clothes'. And they seemed to have been getting along so well…

Angel hadn't been afraid when he'd approached the man in the alleyway. The only thing he'd felt was concern, and a desire to make him feel better. He'd walked confidently up to him, questioning him about what had happened, and then he'd introduced himself.

That first time Collins had looked at him, Angel had become captivated by his eyes. They were the most beautiful shade of brown Angel had ever seen. He'd never thought of brown as a pretty colour before, but those eyes – they were so expressive, so open. Long after Collins had told him his name, Angel had continued to gaze into his eyes, completely taken by them.

Shaking himself out of the pleasant trance he had fallen into, Angel had brought Collins home. His shyness as Angel cleaned and bandaged him had endeared Collins to him, and each time he looked at him with those luminous brown eyes, Angel felt his heart flutter. He hadn't known it was possible to fall for someone like this, but he knew he was falling hard.

And then Collins had left.

Angel was surprised by the intensity of the disappointment, of the hurt that he felt. He'd only spent maybe a half hour with this man. And yet… There was just something about Collins. He was different. Angel could tell that, could see it in those eyes. He had been sure Collins felt the same about him, but now he was gone. He'd left Angel alone, just like so many before him. But unlike most of those others, Collins' absence nearly crushed him.

Angel was about to begin cleaning up the mess of cloths and bandages on his couch when he heard a light rapping at the door. Sighing softly, he moved to answer it, expecting to see Mimi. Expecting her to be high. When she was sober, she'd just bound into the room, without knocking at all. She only ever seemed to knock like that when she was high.

Opening the door, a gentle reprimand was lost on his lips as he found himself looking into deep brown eyes. Those beautiful brown eyes that could only belong to one man.

"Collins?" he asked, almost unwilling to believe he was actually there.

Collins said nothing, simply stepped closer to Angel, wrapping his arms around him and kissing him sweetly on the lips. Angel's eyes fluttered shut, the sensation of Collins' warm mouth on his better than he could have imagined.

As they parted, Angel's eyes slowly opened and he looked deeply into Collins', a small smile gracing his lips. In Collins' eyes, he saw everything he'd hoped for, everything he'd wanted. Those striking brown eyes reflected the same emotions, the same passion, the same love that was in his own, and Angel knew then that this was right.