There are a few things in this word that scare him, truly scare him. After all, he's the boy who grew up in a Hell dimension. There is hardly anything out here in the real world that could make him feel that tendril of unease running up and down his spine that he'd learned to associate with real fear.

Well he supposed he'd have to amend that thought. There was hardly anything out here in the world anymore that could make him feel…well you know, except Angel in a tiff.

Now that is one scary sight. Angel angry? He wouldn’t wish it on his worst enemy, but then again, it hadn’t really been that long since his worst enemy had been Angel.

If nothing else could be said, he'd atleast learned to have a healthy does of grudging respect for the dark man. What other choice do you have when Angel apperantly could, and did, destroyed the world simple because he asked for it, if not in so many words.

And really, he wasn’t being all that fair. Angel didn’t as much destroyed the world as he changed it, and lets face it; there aren’t anyone left on this earth to remember how it used to be, except, for some odd reason, Angel and him. Not that he was complaining. The world was different and yet the same in so many ways that he'd had to listen to Angel rant for days for the injustice of it all. The former vampire had wanted a real difference. Although in the end, he got it, didn't he?

Whenever he thought about it the only thing he felt was a warm mushy feeling. After all, how many can say that they had someone that loved you so completely, if not a little obsessively, that they are willing tear a world apart just so that they could reshape it in a way that it negated everything and all prophecies that those stupid Powers had ever conjured up.

Okay, he could understand why most would think it freaky. The mount of power involved in such a task was nothing a regular john'd like to think about. Though it’s their own fault, the Powers that is. They where the ones that gave Angel the means to do it, the keys to the kingdom so to speak. Really, what where they thinking?

If it was something he had learned since coming into Angel's life again was that he didn’t bow down to anyone. He might let you think that he did, but at the end of the day, he did as he damn well pleased.

And apparently, that was to protect what he considered his, at all cost. Suffocating really, but it’s a reallity that he has learned to live under. And now he could honestly say, if only to himself, that he loved the old man. Not that it meant that they saw eye to eye on everything. After all, he is still pretty much the same guy now as he was even before the colossal mind fuck that was done to him, twice.

He had no idea after all the things that has happpend, that he'd done to him, why Angel still loved him. If the old man had been here when he pulled a stupid stunt like the one he just did he knew the only thing he would get was the look.

The look that was a strange mix of fond amusement, exasperation and annoyance that Angel was so surprysingly good at pulling off. But hey, Angel if anything was a contradiction. Come to think of it, so was he.

Like father, like son, hey?

Now, if he could just find a way to get out of this little situation he found himself in before daddy dearest found out and decided to intervene… Then all would be well. Hopefully. He didn't think he could count on his luck for that, though. Not considering how that's been lately.

Running away might not have been that bright of an idea, even if it wasn't suppose to be permanently. They just needed some space between them, from time to time. But, if he could choose between facing Angel and dealing with this, he preferred Angel - hand’s down.

He was seriously beginning to regret ever coming to Ipswich, Massachusetts, but especially, that he had ever heard of the name of Reid Garwin.

Some things were just to much, even for a hell-raised boy such as him.