Fic: Drabble - Wes
He doesn’t come out from Angel’s shadow much lately. Apart from that first day when they both answered Harmony with a barked, “Yes?” he’s managed to submit like a good dog.
No, he’s found things stop tightening in his chest when he lets Angel walk all over him.
It isn’t a hardship. He looks back to that bumbling fool and it’s easy. He could be that man. There’s not much that keeps him from slipping.
But then Angel asks him a question he’s brought back to this body, brain, soul. He wonders if there’ll be a time when he isn’t.