Giles realized his mistake the moment Wes' eyes swivled, surprised, toward his. Smiling his apology as he removed the errand hand and stuffed it into his pocket, he said, "I do apologize. Habit over the last few weeks. Of course you don't remember." He inclined his head - again in apology - and made his way to the chair at Wes' bedside.
"There seems rather a lot I don't remember." Wesley observed slowly. The weight of Giles hand felt oddly familiar, somehow, and comforting. Also the faint aroma of tea and...something else that came from the man's skin - loosened the knot of tension in his stomach almost instantly. It was very puzzling. It would explain how comfortable Giles seemed - they'd established some sort of routine, evidently. He was a bit worried at his reaction, though.
Kinetic Memory? Wesley thought, turning his attention back to his sandwich. He had to struggl to think - the pleasure of eating his sandwich drew his attention. Mealtimes might take a bit of getting used to. He thought ruefully of making an ass of himself
( ... )
"Hmmm. Yes, I suppose that would be a lot for anyone to digest so quickly. And, Wesley? The key word is 'thought'. I know what you've done since Sunnydale and I am not a fool." Giles' voice was soft with understanding and that bloody sympathy again. "As for the shower, if you think you can stand on your own, then I'll help you get to the shower
( ... )
Giles wasn't sure Wesley would take the hand, for a moment. He sat and stared at the it until Giles began to feel the need to check what he knew was a perfectly clean hand.
Having Wes lucid seemed like they were starting all over again. He'd helped Wes dozens of times - granted some quite interesting times for both of them - but they'd weathered through it, nonetheless. Giles bit back a sigh. Starting over at a disadvantage - Wes was now a bit uncomfortable around him. He wondered why.
Finally, with a look both stubborn and minutely fearful, Wes took his hand. Giles braced himself, and said, "Now, try it again. This is not how we've been doing it, but let's see what you've got, hm? Don't worry, you won't fall."
Weathering the slight glare Wesley gave him for the last bit, Giles let the man lean on him as much as Wes was comfortable with. In truth, he wished the man would just let him help, but he did understand. He wouldn't have enjoyed being in Wesley's position himself
( ... )
Realization dawned as he stood and glared at Giles. This was not the first shower he'd been helped with, and if going by his quaking knees was a barometer for the coming days, it would not be the last
( ... )
While Wesley showered, Giles moved about getting what would be needed afterwards. So far it had been impossible to get the man to put on the sweats they'd made sure to get for him, but Giles thought that might be different today. Retrieving them from the small dresser under the sink, he also laid out a towel, an electric razor, toothbrush and toothpaste
( ... )
"There seems rather a lot I don't remember." Wesley observed slowly. The weight of Giles hand felt oddly familiar, somehow, and comforting. Also the faint aroma of tea and...something else that came from the man's skin - loosened the knot of tension in his stomach almost instantly. It was very puzzling. It would explain how comfortable Giles seemed - they'd established some sort of routine, evidently. He was a bit worried at his reaction, though.
Kinetic Memory? Wesley thought, turning his attention back to his sandwich. He had to struggl to think - the pleasure of eating his sandwich drew his attention. Mealtimes might take a bit of getting used to. He thought ruefully of making an ass of himself ( ... )
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Having Wes lucid seemed like they were starting all over again. He'd helped Wes dozens of times - granted some quite interesting times for both of them - but they'd weathered through it, nonetheless. Giles bit back a sigh. Starting over at a disadvantage - Wes was now a bit uncomfortable around him. He wondered why.
Finally, with a look both stubborn and minutely fearful, Wes took his hand. Giles braced himself, and said, "Now, try it again. This is not how we've been doing it, but let's see what you've got, hm? Don't worry, you won't fall."
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