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]

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.