Connor's fussy, uneasy in his father's arms. Angel realizes belatedly that the boy can probably feel the difference in body temperature. He used to run lukewarm at best — room temperature — and now he's brimming with heat, especially after kissing Cordelia. That heat he now generates is making his son turn away from his chest, bringing fresh tears to eyes that have already been crying.

Unsure of what to do and out of practice when it comes to caring for the infant version (not that he was so great at handling the teenage one), Angel gently eases Connor into Cordelia's arms.

"I think he can tell I'm not dead anymore."