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.
He was, at least, looking forward to not having to explain what they were this time. Sighing, Giles retook his seat on the counter and waited, listening in case Wesley needed his help. He was sure the man wouldn't ask for it after all.
Wesley, for his part, sat on the bench for a long moment, trying desperately to remember the past few weeks. Giles seemed very familiar, his presence, his smell, even the weight of his hands on his forehead or arm. Still, he found it impossible to dredge up anything but vague impressions of safety and comfort.
Shaking his head, Wes began to wash up, hurrying with the task and pushing away the questions. Things like, if he'd been so very delirious and yet taken showers, who had helped him wash . . . and, oh good lord, he most certainly should not think about that.
He was, at least, looking forward to not having to explain what they were this time. Sighing, Giles retook his seat on the counter and waited, listening in case Wesley needed his help. He was sure the man wouldn't ask for it after all.
Wesley, for his part, sat on the bench for a long moment, trying desperately to remember the past few weeks. Giles seemed very familiar, his presence, his smell, even the weight of his hands on his forehead or arm. Still, he found it impossible to dredge up anything but vague impressions of safety and comfort.
Shaking his head, Wes began to wash up, hurrying with the task and pushing away the questions. Things like, if he'd been so very delirious and yet taken showers, who had helped him wash . . . and, oh good lord, he most certainly should not think about that.
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