Reunion

[da_lilah]

As we drove back to Wolfram and Hart I couldn't help but think Wesley looked like Daniel about to re-enter the lion's den. I wasn't sure if he was ready. Hell, I was fairly sure he wasn't ready, but what could I do? My directive was to get Wesley as sane as possible as quickly as possible. Lindsey had told me to take my time helping Wesley recover

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[not_a_eunuch]

I miss the days when I had no soul. Negotiating a peace agreement between the B'aloks and the Horlavs would be easier if I could just eat a couple of them to move the conference call along. Though, maybe that is where the power of being CEO comes in handy. It's not like B'aloks or Horlavs are tasty demons. I could always delegate the eating or killing to Faith. I bet she would love to slay a few demons in the name of speeding up this never ending conference call. I'm pretty sure she wouldn't eat them though. Unless I offered her one hell of a raise.

The knock at my office door is a welcome distraction. Yes, the mature and sensible thing to do is to ask whoever is at the door to come back later so that I can finish this call.

I've never been real mature and certaintly not sensible. I'm not about to start now. "I'm sorry to cut this short, but I have an office emergency to deal with. Let's pick this up later." I hang up the phone just as the door opens and I see Wesley and Lilah.

Wesley with Lilah. Looking better than I've seen him look in a long time. The rumors about Wesley were never ending and as much as I wanted to see him before now, I couldn't help but think my presence would send him spiraling further into insanity. Things between us have been complicated for a long time.

"Wes." I say softly, rising from my chair. "Ho-How are you?"

[_wes_pryce_]

That's odd. Angel seems... nervous. Why was he nervous? Not because of me I think. I doubt that very much, perhaps it was the phone call we interrupted. I do hope I'm not making him uncomfortable. One of us being uncomfortable is more then enough one would think.

Swallowing my own nerves, I shrug at him. I want to scream at him, ask him why he left me alone all this time. Ask him why he send me out there to die. Yell at him for abandoning me. Tell him I missed him, our friendship, our talks. Beg him for forgiveness that I wasn't here for him, for taking Connor.

"I'm..." My eyes dart over to Lilah and then back toward Angel again. How am I really? I've no bloody clue actually. Everything is still a jumble of thoughts and voices. They've only stopped for a little while, but I'm sure they'll be back. "...okay, I guess," I shrug again, pushing my hands in my pockets.

"How are you?" What did I miss while I was off and beyond in lala land? God, I'm so ashamed about that. I'm supposed to be the dependable one aren't I? Failure.

[da_lilah]

Wesley looked back at me before he spoke and I gave an almost imperceptible nod. Funny that he turned to me for some kind of assurance before he made the first steps towards reuniting with his old friend. Still, I knew there was a lot of history between them, history that went deeper than even what Wesley and I'd had.

I didn't say anything yet. I was content to just hang back and observe and lend Wesley some silent support. Still, I knew I wasn't one of Angel's fave people to be around and so I was ready for some barbs flung my way should he be so inclined. They both looked so damned awkward and uncertain though. Finally, I crossed my arms and shrugged.

"So, now that we got that out of the way... Here we are. We're reporting for duty, boss. I hear that some clan talks are on the agenda. Wesley here could be an asset, his extensive knowledge of demon customs and his affinity with languages would be well..useful. Wouldn't you agree Angel?"