Giles whistled as he walked into the safe house, causing the nurses to look at him as if he'd lost his mind. Winking at them, he went straight to Wesley's room, only to find the man asleep.
Letting his eyes run over Wesley's face, he could see that the night had not gone well and thought that he may well be responsible. Pushing aside the pang of guilt, Giles set about fixing it. Putting the thermos of coffee he'd made at home on the night stand, he put the sandwiches he'd made aside for a moment and took a couple donuts to Sarah. The girl laughed at him, but he only shrugged.
"I'm . . . actually glad you came back," she said softly, picking at her donuts. "I didn't think you would after you stomped off."
Giles raised an eyebrow at that. Good lord, did everyone know about that?
"I did not stomp off. I . . . walked away with heavy tread."
Sarah gave him the kind of look that only teenaged girls are capable of and Giles snorted, looking away. "All right, so I stomped off. Eat your jellies."
Giles returned to Wesley's room to find the man staring at the thermos of coffee and the plate of donuts with a wrinkled forehead.
"You do remember what breakfast looks like, I assume?" Giles couldn't stop himself from smiling, which lead to that confused stare being turned to him.
"Uh, why?" Wesley's eyes widened at his own question. "It's not, uh, that I . . . After what I said . . . why are you here? And with . . . breakfast?"
"You're frustrated. Consider it forgotten," Giles said seriously, fighting not to laugh aloud when Wesley blinked and not to let his heart race to quickly when the man gave him a tentative, slightly confused, smile.
"Thank you," he said with a small nod. "If, uh, are you . . . going to join me?"
Giles, who was now listening quite carefully, thought he detected an almost hopeful note in the other man's voice.
"I'd planned on it, if you don't mind?"
"Uh, no. Not at all. I have some notes on the Slayer's--"
"That can wait until later," Giles waved away the words, unwrapping the sandwiches he'd made and handing one to Wesley on plate he'd snagged for the safe house kitchens. "I'm sure we can find something else to discuss."
Letting his eyes run over Wesley's face, he could see that the night had not gone well and thought that he may well be responsible. Pushing aside the pang of guilt, Giles set about fixing it. Putting the thermos of coffee he'd made at home on the night stand, he put the sandwiches he'd made aside for a moment and took a couple donuts to Sarah. The girl laughed at him, but he only shrugged.
"I'm . . . actually glad you came back," she said softly, picking at her donuts. "I didn't think you would after you stomped off."
Giles raised an eyebrow at that. Good lord, did everyone know about that?
"I did not stomp off. I . . . walked away with heavy tread."
Sarah gave him the kind of look that only teenaged girls are capable of and Giles snorted, looking away. "All right, so I stomped off. Eat your jellies."
Giles returned to Wesley's room to find the man staring at the thermos of coffee and the plate of donuts with a wrinkled forehead.
"You do remember what breakfast looks like, I assume?" Giles couldn't stop himself from smiling, which lead to that confused stare being turned to him.
"Uh, why?" Wesley's eyes widened at his own question. "It's not, uh, that I . . . After what I said . . . why are you here? And with . . . breakfast?"
"You're frustrated. Consider it forgotten," Giles said seriously, fighting not to laugh aloud when Wesley blinked and not to let his heart race to quickly when the man gave him a tentative, slightly confused, smile.
"Thank you," he said with a small nod. "If, uh, are you . . . going to join me?"
Giles, who was now listening quite carefully, thought he detected an almost hopeful note in the other man's voice.
"I'd planned on it, if you don't mind?"
"Uh, no. Not at all. I have some notes on the Slayer's--"
"That can wait until later," Giles waved away the words, unwrapping the sandwiches he'd made and handing one to Wesley on plate he'd snagged for the safe house kitchens. "I'm sure we can find something else to discuss."
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