Angel didn't have class for a little while, which meant he got to sleep in.
Sleeping in with Cal was a good thing.
Of course, this assumed that he slept soundly and didn't have any
nightmares:
"Our rats are low."
"Well, if it's a fight they want - can't someone else give it to them? It seems unfair, you know? You gotta save all the helpless types around here and now you've got to fight the apocalypse as well?"
"The good fight, yeah? You never know until you've been tested. I get that now."
"Is that it? Am I done?"
Angel jerked awake. He sat up, staring at nothing, and felt waves of guilt washing over him.