Angel pulled his hand from inside Ein in one smooth motion as close to the peak of his climax as he could tell, eyes remaining lock with his sweet fox until he lower himself to rest on his chest. He remained curled around him for a moment, then herded them both back to the bathroom. After a much more routine shower and clean up, he settled in bed with Ein, too tired to analyze the mess they had made on the bed cover, he push that top soiled blanket to the floor and snuggled up with the remaining one, arms firmly around Ein.<br/><br/>The next few days were ones of building new routines. A pattern of living that slowly added Ein to Manny and Angel's simple lives.  The growing relationship with Ein made Angel more and more aware of his lack of proper attention to his son.  Something he was feeling more guilty about and awkwardly trying to correct.  Small actions at first, as simple as asking him about his day instead of nodding while Manny rambled like children tend to do.  Angel had even rearranged his schedule to be able to attend his big game, but still had not found a way to let him know this. Arrangements were made before hand of him riding with Carla and her crew to the game, but he felt strange calling and changing things.  Plus, win or lose, there was the after game party at a local pizza place he'd be expected to attend as well.<br/><br/>The afternoon before the game, just before Manny came home from school. Angel was in the kitchen on the phone with Max trying in an uncharacteristically round about way to ask the stag for his advice, getting more and more flustered with the difficult males antics.