[Not getting shoved off is all the excuse Veneer needs to rest his head on Angel's hoodie-covered chest floof and snuggle in aggressively. After all, it's the very same floof that kickstarted their ridiculous friendship. He's so used to being the fluffy one, it's kind of nice using someone else as a pillow.]

I don't think you should be getting hurt at all. I dunno...I know you've been dead for awhile, but I'm still new to this...y'know? And after what we did right before we died?! I'm just kinda done with hurting people... and hurting... and everyone I like getting hurt. I just wish people would fucking chill.

[A beat.]

...Sorry. I'm not big on talking like that, it's just how I feel right now, I just...! I feel really powerless...

[Another pause as he siiiiighs into Angel's hoodie. He really thought he had the perfect plan to at least keep Velvet safe, to just let her stay up here in Heaven with him and they could avoid Hell altogether! But....if they did that, they'd be missing out on all the wonderful people they've met, the sweet gig at the Nest. Not everything in Hell is terrible and he can admit he was wrong about that, but when it's bad.....it sure is bad.

Removing one of his arms from his hug, Veneer reaches over and grabs the TV remote, casually flipping it on and letting the noise drown out all his nervous thoughts. He may not have control of the situation, but he can control...the TV.]

Do yoooouuu like trashy Heaven TV? Because I could use some trashy Heaven TV right now.