You stood behind the door and listened to him cry. You then sighed and walked away. You headed down to the lobby and sat down on the couch and covered your face and cried yourself.

"Hey, N/N. What's wrong?" Charlie asked. "And what was with all the yelling?" Vaggie asked. "Something is wrong with Angel. He won't tell me what it is, bit he said it was about his father." You said. Both Charlie and Vaggie gasped and looked at each other. "What?" You asked. "Look, I don't think you wanna know." Charlie said. "I do. I wanna help him. That's all I wanna do. Let me help him. Tell me why he won't." You said. "We can't." Charlie said. "Why not?" You asked. "Cause we promised Angel we wouldn't talk about it." Vaggie said. "Bad memories." Charlie said.

"Great. No one will tell me." You said. "Look, you don't know what he's been through. You wouldn't understand cause you don't have daddy issues." Charlie said. "Yes, I do!" You said. "What?" Charlie asked. "The day when I was born, my dad was so caught up in his work, he never had any time for me. Then, when I was 10, he left. Him and my mom got in a big argument and he just left. I never saw him again." You said, about to cry. You sat back down and covered your face.

"N/N." Charlie said. "I gotta go. Tell Angel I went to get some air." You said. You knew you had to be careful, though.

"Well, that went well." Vaggie said. Charlie sighed and was about to walk away, only to see Angel standing there. "Angel!" Charlie said. "It's alright. I overheard everything. I was on my way down to apologize to Schnookums for my behavior when I overheard everything he said. I'm going after him." Angel said. "You better. You have a lot of apologizing to do." Vaggie said.