Angel opened his front door, surprised to see Connor standing there, and especially surprised to see him holding a duffel bag. "Hey," Connor mumbled. "Could I crash here for a few night?" Angel's parenting instincts flared up. Why was his baby boy on the run? "What's wrong?" Connor sheepishly looked down at his shoes. "It's dumb. I got into a fight with my sister. And my dad— my other dad— he's been on my case." "Oh," Angel said. Connor was upset with his family— his new family— and he chose to come here? "Come in. Mi casa es su casa."