WHO: Connor Reilly WHERE: Lobby. WHEN: Early morning RATING: TBD. STATUS: In Progress He took one last look around the hotel. His first reaction had been right, things had changed here, a lot. Still, he'd never quite belong there. What kind of son didn't belong anywhere near his father? There was just too much though wasn't there. They weren't meant to co-exist from the very beginning. Yes, the prophesy had been wrong, Connor had never been in any real danger from Angel, but growing up at the Hyperion never would have been good for him. Vampire for a father, half-demon for a mother, fighting all around him. Granted Quortoth was no place to raise a child either.
Angel wanted him to have a normal life though, and he was till someone tried to hurt him and his family... but that was old news wasn't it? He could have gone back to his old life. He could have continued to at least pretend he was blissfully unaware, but no, he insisted on coming here to see what his life could have been like, without Quortoth, without the Reillys.
Truth was he'd never get to see that life, Angel Investigations had taken on a whole new life. His cozy little family was a mad house, one he didn't feel particularly welcome in.