There's still a lot she doesn't understand about the situation. Angel is human, somehow. He doesn't have to fight his inner demon anymore, he can just live the sort of life he deserves. A real one with his son.
If it's a trap, a cruel joke someone is playing on him, well they'll figure it out. They always do. When she walks in and follows him, any worry is momentarily pushed aside at the image of the two of them. It's hard to miss the tears in his eyes -- but she doesn't comment on them. Instead Cordelia comes inside the room and settles next to Angel, placing one of her hands on his shoulder.
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There's still a lot she doesn't understand about the situation. Angel is human, somehow. He doesn't have to fight his inner demon anymore, he can just live the sort of life he deserves. A real one with his son.
If it's a trap, a cruel joke someone is playing on him, well they'll figure it out. They always do. When she walks in and follows him, any worry is momentarily pushed aside at the image of the two of them. It's hard to miss the tears in his eyes -- but she doesn't comment on them. Instead Cordelia comes inside the room and settles next to Angel, placing one of her hands on his shoulder.
"See? Sleeping just like I said."