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 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.