Angel gasped, nearly falling backward in the unexpected onslaught. Righting himself, Angel automatically held onto William, going back to when Chris's second aunt had died in his mind. At the time the man was just a friend, and recalling how torn up he had been at the time had Angel's stinging eyes finally streaming. "I'm not gonna go back." He finally said. "I don't ever go back on my word. I don't care how awful you might make it I'm not about to leave you. Hell... That's just now how I am. But you got to help me out too. You have to... open up a little more. No one here knows you, they don't care what you were. You can be whatever you feel like you are." He smoothed down the pale blonde hair on Will's head and rocked slightly, as if comforting one of his little sisters after a nightmare. It was easy to imagine himself back home, despite where he really was.