You are in the living room when you hear Angel crying. You walk to his room and knock on the door. He opens it and gestures for you to come in. Once you do, he throws himself into your arms and buries his face into your chest, something he hasn’t done since he was a child. He pulls himself onto your lap and clings to you Angel: Mom, I need you more than anything right now. I-I screwed up really bad and I need you.