518/520, Wednesday Morning
Bel was wrestling with guilt. Guilt, unfortunately, currently had the upper hand.
After he'd come back from the Wastelands, he'd made his apologies to Phoebe, Angel, Isabel, Parker, Blair, Cally, Dr. Wilson and Aziraphale -- even Logan. He hadn't run into Cameron or Angela or Marty or Buffy yet at school. Nor had he mustered the courage to go visit Piper and Veronica (mainly because fast healing or not, he wasn't sure if he could handle Piper blowing him up, which seemed a decent assumption considering how he'd been greeted at the Hyperion).
Anders was more complicated. The Source had screwed with him pretty badly, and Bel himself hadn't done a good job of fixing things. And the stupid bond had let him know just how hurt Anders had been the other day. And so . . . guilt. And lots of it. He'd tossed and turned all night. Well, it would help him play dead in Forensics, at least.
[For la girlfriend, or anyone else who wants to drop by.]
After he'd come back from the Wastelands, he'd made his apologies to Phoebe, Angel, Isabel, Parker, Blair, Cally, Dr. Wilson and Aziraphale -- even Logan. He hadn't run into Cameron or Angela or Marty or Buffy yet at school. Nor had he mustered the courage to go visit Piper and Veronica (mainly because fast healing or not, he wasn't sure if he could handle Piper blowing him up, which seemed a decent assumption considering how he'd been greeted at the Hyperion).
Anders was more complicated. The Source had screwed with him pretty badly, and Bel himself hadn't done a good job of fixing things. And the stupid bond had let him know just how hurt Anders had been the other day. And so . . . guilt. And lots of it. He'd tossed and turned all night. Well, it would help him play dead in Forensics, at least.
[For la girlfriend, or anyone else who wants to drop by.]