Spending Time With Wes

[angelic_liam]

Who: Angel and Wesley
Where: Hotel in New Orleans
When: After giving up on waking up Gunn and Cordelia
What: Angel and Wes doing some bonding
Status: Incomplete

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[angelic_liam]

Angel knew that Wes wasn't exactly known for his ability to have fun. Angel himself wasn't, either. Cordy might say that his version of fun was hanging out in a dark room, thinking by himself. While that was nice, Angel had a decent idea of what fun was, too. He actually really enjoyed watching hockey games, for one. They were played at night and indoors. It was the only sport that he had been able to develop a real taste for because of that. Plus, it was fun to get caught up yelling with the crowds.

He actually also enjoyed watching movies with friends, although he used to put up at least a token fuss when Cordy and Gunn dragged him over for 'movie nights.' He felt that they expected it, but he always enjoyed it none the less. Maybe he was trying to create a little bit of that right now as well. He would if two certain friends hadn't gone out and drank themselves silly, anyway.

He was more than happy to watch movies with just Wes, though. However, when Wes finally answered the phone, he briefly got tongue tied. "Wes?" That was all he was able to say initially. Now he had to think of a way to get Wes over without sounding incredibly weird or desperate.

"Want to come over to my room and take a break from work?" Still sounded kind of weird, but at least it didn't sound too desperate. And now he felt like a teenage girl just for thinking about this so much. Wonderful.

[watcher_pryce]

The last person he has expected to be on the other line, and he probably shouldn't have been considering the state of the others, was Angel. Wesley blinked, frowned, and then pulled the phone away to glance as it as though this would give him any answers. Of course it did no such thing.

"Angel?" he replied, unable to hide the surprise in his voice. As well as the curiosity of what the vampire wanted. Which, apparently, wasn't anything? The former Watcher could practically hear the gears of the other's brain turning.

Coming up with words Wesley had certainly not ever expected to hear.

"Err..." Wesley frowned again, checking his watch automatically to see how long he'd been working. Even though he knew perfectly well how long that was. "You room? Uhm, and-and do what?" God, wasn't that a stupid question.

[angelic_liam]

If Angel was asked to explain the thinking that was going through his mind right now, he probably couldn't come up with a coherent response. Cordelia would probably call him a goober or something right now. Which he kind of was, but that didn't mean he wanted to hear himself called something like that. He wasn't trying to be weird, he was just wanting some company and he couldn't exactly go out yet.

Actually, it wasn't such a stupid question. Who really expected Angel to come up with the idea of inviting people over to watch movies. If Cordy and Gunn were awake, he'd be calling them over, too. Angel honestly wasn't sure if he could live in Louisiana full time. The sun didn't set until almost nine some nights! Only a few days here and he was already starting to get antsy from having to sit around all day.

"Hang out...watch movies. You know...like we all used to sometimes." Friendships which had been ruined because of...all the events of the past two years. If asked, one of the other reasons he wiped people's memories? Was so that, maybe, he could get those friendships back to where they had been in the first place.

Anyone in the know would say that he picked the worst way possible to do so, but at least his intentions were good, right?

"But yeah, figured we could watch some movies, order some room service, and make Wolfram & Hart pay for all of it. You want in? I can't go out and do anything work wise for a few more hours, so maybe we should have some fun like Gunn and Cordy did the other night...without the excessive amount of alcohol." And now he was babbling like a school girl. Terrific.

[watcher_pryce]

Being confused was nothing new for Wesley. Being confused by Angel wasn't new either. Being confused by Angel showing a new side of himself... that he wasn't used to. First the joking in the hallway with a hangover Gunn and Cordy. Now he was inviting Wesley over to... how did Gunn put it... 'hang'?

Hang out, even Angel seemed to know the phrase.

"We used to watch movies together?" Wesley asked incredulously. That wasn't something he could really remember. Aside from the few times he and Gunn had spend with Cordy watching movies there. But that had been when Angel had his Darla phase.

"Errr..."Well, bloody fantastic. It seems that was all he was capable of saying these days. With the headaches that kept coming and going and the utter confusion hanging around him on some days, he couldn't really blame himself. He'd go and have a check up if he didn't hate hospitals with a passion.

"I suppose... so?" He finally said, not really knowing what to say to a babbling Angel. Babbling Angel, rather frightening. It seemed to be the reply his vampire friend was after and if that made him happy then Wesley couldn't find it to mind.

[angelic_liam]

This situation would be funny if Angel were watching it on some TV show of Cordelia's instead of Angel actually living it. It wasn't like either Angel or Wes were used to wanting to just 'hang out' with anyone, much less each other. Angel, as far as a new side of him was concerned, was just incredibly pleased that all of his friends were awake and together again, when he was told that Cordy would never wake up again. He was beyond relieved that she did, though.

They actually used to watch movies together a bit right around Connor was born...but Wes wouldn't remember that. Damn. Anyways. "Yeah...a little," Angel said quickly when he realized that he had mentioned something from that time period.

If he realized that Wes was having headaches, Angel wouldn't know what he would do. He knew what would be causing them, but he wouldn't want his friend (and they were finally friends again) to find out what he had done. In a way, he had done it for Wes's sake, along with Connor's. What had happened with Connor had irrevocably changed Wes's life. Without the memories, though, he could get back to normal, right?

Angel couldn't help but grin when Wes finally agreed to come over. "Good," he said to Wes. "So...see you in a few minutes then?"

[watcher_pryce]

"Uhm, yes, certainly," Wesley replied, still baffled at the suggestion. Lately Angel had been saying thing and then giving him a look as though he expected Wesley to know what he was talking about. The former watcher had no idea though, not that he was aware that he should have recalled what the vampire was talking about.

All he did was get these bloody headaches when he tried to recall. Wesley Wyndam-Pryce was nothing if not curious. And paranoid. A dangerous combination. Because if he thought something was wrong or off... he wasn't going to rest until he figured out what this was.

And something, he realised more and more lately, was definitely wrong.

But for now he was going to watch a movie with Angel. Apparently. Something which they had done in the past. Also apparently. Wesley really couldn't remember this fact and that only added up to the thing he felt was off. Something was amiss and he was going to find out what it was.

In fact, he was still thinking about that, trying to figure this out as he knocked on the door of Angel's room. A frown creasing his brow as worry etched his face, deep in thought.

[angelic_liam]

Angel kept forgetting that Wes didn't remember certain things about the last year and a half. Of course, it was completely his fault that Wes didn't remember those things. At the time, he hadn't realized that just taking Connor from everyone's memories would remove just *so* much that their memories as well. He definitely should have realized so with Wes, who's last year had been so connected with Connor and the fact that he was separated from them because of what had happened with the boy.

If he didn't want the others to find out what he had done, he needed to remember these things, and promptly stop mentioning the stuff that the others didn't remember. Cordelia remembered, but she seemed to understand why he had done the spell that he had done. She had at least refrained from mentioning Connor to the others, it seemed. He was sure that there would have been a lot more yelling if she had.

He knew that, if Wesley figured out something was up with his memories (he had no clue just how detailed the spell had been with the memories), he wouldn't let it go until he figured out what was wrong. Plus, with Angel forgetting and mentioning stuff he wasn't supposed to, it would make him curious all the quicker. He had to watch what he said.

When Angel heard a knock on his door, he got up and looked through the peep whole, opening it up when he saw Wes. "Come in," he said, stepping aside so that Wesley could do just that.

[watcher_pryce]

It was on automatism that he opened the door and stepped inside. The thoughtful look was still etched on his face. Only now it was getting a little darker due to the headache which always started when he tried to think about that, tried to figure things out.

"Hello, Angel," he murmured softly, pushing his hands in his pockets as he stood there awkwardly. He really couldn't recall /ever/ watching any movies with Angel. He really couldn't. And god, his head was starting to pound now to the point where he felt he needed to put on his glasses to see.

[angelic_liam]

When Wes appeared at his door, he stepped aside so that he could walk in. Luckily, he had a sofa that was in front of a television, so they didn't have to add to the awkward quotient by laying in a bed together while watching movies. So, the small savior of Angel's dignity at the moment was good. Or maybe Wes's dignity. Angel wasn't sure.

"So...are you hungry or anything?" Angel asked. "We can order some roomservice." They had a menu to order from and everything. They had all kinds of stuff that they could order. Because it was Wolfram & Hart footing the bill, Angel was also able to order any sort of blood that he wanted to be delivered to the hotel as well. He stuck to animal's blood, though, although the occasional True Blood worked in a pinch. Even though he endorsed it, the idea of drinking human blood, even the fake kind, kind of worried him.

Plus, it tasted funny to him.

[watcher_pryce]

For some reason, and Wesley couldn't pinpoint /why/ that was. He felt quite awkward around Angel. Around the time they all joined Wolfram and Hart, he thought. It all went along with parts of his memory that had gone missing, he figured. But as usual, just as he was thinking about it a sharp pain stabbed through his head.

Angel's question fell to momentary deaf ears as Wesley reached up to press his fist into his eyes. His other hand reached up to pull of glass that were no longer there... and where they had gone he had no idea either, but he wasn't going to think about that now.

He knew from the previous few times it happened, that it would only make the headache worse.

"What?" he asked dumbly, giving the man a look as if everything was fine. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that."

[angelic_liam]

"Do you want to order anything from room service?" Angel asked him again. He noticed that Wes didn't look too well, plus the fact that he was reaching for glasses that he hadn't worn in a long time. Actually, since what happened to Connor he hadn't worn glasses, either because he got contacts or the laser surgery stuff they had now. Angel actually wasn't sure what he had done.

"Are you feeling OK?" he asked Wes. He honestly looked like he had a headache. If Angel ever realized that he was having problems because of the memory spell, he'd feel horrible. Of course, he wouldn't be that surprised, considering that he kept expecting some sort of fallout from what he had done. You hardly ever got anything from Wolfram & Hart without it blowing up in your face somehow or another.

"Do you need any Tylenol or anything like that?" He looked like he had a headache.

[watcher_pryce]

"Just a headache," Wesley was quick to say. He'd rather not Angel found out he was having those more often then Cordy used to have visions and the consequential headaches. At least she had visions to blame, Wesley found nothing he could blame but he knew the rest would say he needed to work less and relax more.

Wesley just found work was keeping him occupied from... well, thinking. About... things that were causing him this splitting headache. Ugh, and now that he thought about it, it was getting worse again.

Blue eyes were squinting against any light without Wesley realizing it as he shook his head. "I'm allergic to Tylenol or most painkillers," he muttered, having found that out the hard way. It wasn't as if he could inject himself with morphine every bloody time he had an ache was it? The only painkiller so far he found had little bad after effects. Only humiliating ones.

"Uhm, roomservice," he mumbled, trying to recall if he'd eaten. To his horror he couldn't even recall that. For a moment he panicked, thinking that his memory was truly failing now, until said memory mockingly reminded him he often forgot if he'd eaten. Which usually meant... he hadn't.

[angelic_liam]

He had somewhat expected that Wesley hadn't eaten anything. When Wesley buried himself in any sort of work, he tended to forget to do the necessary things about being human, like eating and sleeping. Hell, even Angel needed those after a while, although he ate blood and didn't need nearly as much sleep as a human did. While Angel couldn't do much about Wesley's sleeping habits, he could at least get him to eat, although in a gentler manner than shoving food at him like Cordelia always did.

He could tell that Wesley had a headache, and it looked like a bad one, but he couldn't shove painkillers down his throat, especially if he was apparently allergic to them. He actually hadn't been aware that people could be allergic to painkillers. Why make something that some people were allergic to? Some things about modern people he'd never really understand. Made him feel like he had never been human, always vampire.

Angel grabbed one of the room service menus that he had and handed it to Wesley. "They have pretty much everything imaginable," he said to his friend. He did hope that Wesley actually ate whatever he ordered instead of just picking at it like he sometimes did with food. The man had to eat, but Angel didn't want to flutter about him like a weird grandmother hybrid.

[watcher_pryce]

These headache were getting worse and worse with each passing day. Wesley actually was starting to worry. It's not as if he had visions like Cordy did and was at risk of having his brains blown out for being human, right?

So what was causing them? He'd hated hospitals but if they got any worse then he had no other choice but to go see a doctor. Maybe it was just stress. Yes, yes that was probably it. Just stress, nothing more. The whole move to a big firm and-- things. Things.

Things?

"What?" He blinked, look up at Angel somewhat confused and frantically tries to recall what his friend had just said. or asked? Had he asked something?

"Oh, that's nice?" Wesley tried, hoping that the neutral reply would be sufficient to cover up that he had no clue what Angel had just said.

[angelic_liam]

It seemed like Wesley was getting more and more easily distracted lately. Sadly, Angel had a feeling it was because of the memory spell. He had been told that there had been the possibility of repercussions before, but he had pushed them to the back of his mind in a hope and a prayer that something could be done in order to help Connor. Now he was seeing that maybe he should have sought help from someone other than an evil law firm. (Especially one who tended to look for ways to screw him over.)

Instead of pointing out that Wes probably hadn't heard a word that he had said, Angel simply smiled and put the menu in front of Wes's face. "Pick out something that you'd like. I'm pretty sure they have the better part of everything." Even some of the gross British food that he knew Wes liked, for some ungodly reason.

He was sometimes certain that the British were born without taste buds.