Angel hadn't been far away, just as he said, and in no time, he's pulling up to the Sanctuary, parking, and climbing out the car. Connor's scent was one he knew well, perhaps better than those he's known for much longer, for it was something he committed to memory when he'd made the decision to give him a new life. It was something he'd never forget and he instantly catches wind of it, but he doesn't follow it. No, that would be potentially damaging. Angel knows he has to play this cautiously, for this isn't the Connor with two sets of memories, one of a hell dimension and the other of a falsified human life that gave him the stability he needed. This is the conflicted and confused teenager he hadn't known how to handle.

He still doesn't know how to handle him, but by God, he was going to try.

"Connor?" The vampire called out, pocketing his tablet and moving towards the Sanctuary's doors.