[He can't do anything, really, but hold on to them both. It's all he ever can do lately, it feels like.]

Is that-...

[He cuts his own question off. Of course that's what this is about, Angel didn't correct Beckett in the slightest. And it's hard to pursue this because he sees too much of his own self-sacrificial nature in Angel's, a blind spot in his instinct to care for and heal.]

Perhaps it would be clearer to you if you could articulate why it feels more right?