Angel let out long sigh and ran a hand through his spiky brown hair before sitting down in a defeated manner on the side of the table that wasn't piled with his weapons--which were his good weapons, by the way. He would get after Zuko for that later, when he could figure out a way to speak to the boy without feeling like he was talking to Connor. There was just something about the firebending prince that made Angel long for the son he'd given up, the son who was grateful for him doing so...the son he couldn't help but miss.
It wasn't just Connor, though. It was everyone. Fred, Wes, Gunn, Lorne--hell, even Spike, though he'd deny ever thinking as much. He'd been in contact with the Watcher's Council post-battle, but after his little stunt as CEO of Wolfram & Hart? They wanted nothing to do with him. Not even Andrew, who sadly enough was his biggest ally on the Council, couldn't pull any strings for him. He couldn't even get in contact with Buffy. Had he screwed up that badly? And Cordy...
Though she was right here, he couldn't be with her in the way that he wanted. The way that they both wanted. All due to the tasks they were meant to perform. It frustrated him and he supposed that was part of the reason he'd gotten so irked when he'd found two people who couldn't stand each other kissing one another without a care in the world, when he couldn't do so to someone he honestly cared for.