Angel was all too aware of how close Win was and his change in demeanor. The plea to carry the bags sent red flags up. He had done something wrong again and caused Ron to stress.  "Here take these two. Let's go take them to the car first."<br/><br/>Once the bags were neatly in the trunk, Angel again wiped his hands nervously on his slacks. He was resisting the urge to wash them.  He had managed to contain these urges, since it left his hands in a condition to extreme to play comfortably and he was rather vain about them, but the more server habits were creeping back slowly since the absence of Celia and the presence of Ein.<br/><br/>"I think I owe you an apology Ein. If I've made you feel uncomfortable I do apologize." The sight of the fox still holding his ears as if those weights were still on made Angel feel worse.