No problem Wes. Well, that could've been worst. God, why do I turn into some blubbering, stammering idiot everytime I want to say something nice to her? I thought I'd gotten over that a long time ago. Alright, not that long ago, I was the same with Fred. Cordelia was very fond to point that out. Maybe I only don't turn into a fool around Cordelia, because she was safe and we were more like siblings. God, there are times I miss the old days
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What an impish grin. I’ve never realized how many ways she can smile at me. Impish, lovingly, affectionately, seductive, shyly and wicked and there must’ve been something in those medication because I’m cataloging her smiled. Good lord, what’s next? Analyzing her hand gestures? Definitely something in that medication. Has to be
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It was a bit of a surprise that she actually hopped off the bed and went in search of those pillows. Not that I didn’t think she wouldn’t do that for me, it was just that I’d grown accustomed to people *not* doing it for me. We never had the time to be sick. There were visions to be handles, demons to be Slayed and half the time Angel was off on some brooding question and leaving us to hold the candle alone. Or the bag, whichever. So when she hopped off and returned with extra pillows *and* a glass of water, I was a bit taken aback. I couldn’t help it
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I smiled a little and shrugged when he told me that I had done an excellent job with her, but if he only knew what I had put her through, he wouldn't say that. Last year alone ... was tough, on both of us. I had neglected her more than I ever thought I'd ever neglect anyone and she was my sister. I'm surprised she still talks to me actually, but she does. It's like our relationship is just ... better. For the most part. I should really spend some quality time with her soon, but after Wes gets better. I can't leave him alone, not when he needed me
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“She most certainly is,” I smile at her. Dawn, I’ve always liked her. She was the one who was left behind with me when the rest went on patrol. I know a lot of her teen age secrets and she saw a side of me the others never bothered to find out. For some reason I’ve always felt a bit protective of Dawn, like a little sister I’ve never had. Sure, Cordelia was like a sister to me as well, but Dawn was different. Even if the memories I had of her were fake, it didn’t matter. Dawn was important to Buffy and I was quite glad she was on my side. I needed someone at my side fully, not just for Buffy
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I felt her stirr somewhere during the night. I’d also been right. Sleeping in my own bed, at my own home - new as it was - did wonders. For one, I was actually sleeping. Two, Buffy had somehow gotten me to take the bloody medication, something not even Cordelia had managed very often. Three, the bed was much more comfortable and I had a beautiful woman safely in my arms. Ergo, sleep was so much better and…actual sleep
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That, I think, was something I wasn't supposed to hear. The way she went so still and quiet was a pretty clear indication for that. I felt silent as well, not wanting to push her. My eyes move over toward her, looking at her from the corners of my eyes. She was awake, I knew that of course. But she seemed to be staring up toward the ceiling. It seemed like an eternity when she finally moved. Nearly thought she was going to pretend not to have heard me
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She is afraid, I can tell from the way she holds herself, that brief flash in her eyes. Though what exactly she’s afraid off, I’ve no idea. She’s had relationships before. Angel had been quite a tragedy. And I recall Cordelia mentioning some fellow named…Rawleigh? Something like that, I never asked. Wasn’t my business. Perhaps they’ve hurt her, and now she’s afraid that I’ll hurt her as well
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Okay, if there ever was a time I’d like to be *not* sick and getting out of breath with the blink of an eye? Now would be a good time. Swallowing hard I can’t take my eyes of her as she sucks my thumb into her mouth. I have to bite down on my lip to keep from groaning out loud and I can already feel my breath coming in short pants though my nose. God, I hate pneumonia, why’d that have to happen now? Oh, Christ, *teeth
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