Wesley didn't bother to correct Giles. He'd not meant the frame had been heavier, but the lenses were heavier. That was going to take some time to get used to. A rather blurry world, he also noticed, had a very pleasant side effect. When he nearly tripped for a third time over something he'd not seen on time, he reached out and took a hold of Giles hand
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Wesley's faux-amused tone didn't fool him one bit, but Giles thought it better not to mention that at the moment. He guided Wesley to the car and opened the door of his partner before going to get in on the driver's side.
"I know, love," Giles said, reaching over to pat Wesley's knee and leaving his hand there as he drove back toward the shop. "It really could have been worse, though." We have to talk to Connor now. Giles thought with a sigh. That was, in his opinion, much worse. He'd have gone in for an eye examine a hundred times over if it meant they didn't have to send the boy away.
Of course things could be worse. Someone might come over and jump his lover. And because of this stupid eye examination he could do very little other then strike out blindly. He was quite glad they were going to meet Connor. Not that he was looking forward to the talk, but because he knew the boy would be able to help him protect Giles. And Anya, mustn't forget about the girl. Wesley had a feeling she could kick some serious butt. Literally if needed.
Putting his hand over Giles' he squeezed the man's hand and plucked his glasses off again. It was an automatic gesture he didn't even notice as he folded them up and put them in the breastpocket of his shirt. "I know, love," he said quietly, squeezing his lover's hand. Hesitating for only a split second, he then leaned in and kissed his lover’s temple before the man drove off.
At least, he thought it was Giles temple. It was his lover's skin he tasted, so it didn't matter much. Sighing, he sat back in his seat again as they drove back toward the shop.
Giles found himself smiling rather absurdly over Wesley's quick kiss. He glanced over at his partner and shook his head, still smiling. "You'll never get used to your glasses if you don't wear them," he commented, squeezing Wes' knee.
He wasn't looking forward to having to keep an eye on Wesley and whether or not his lover was wearing his glasses, but it was necessary. Besides, if he could get Wesley to remember for himself, things would go a lot smoother.
"Willow's car. Connor's here," Giles said as he pulled up to the Magic Box.
Pausing for a moment at Giles' words, Wesley blinked. Which was followed by a small scowl when the world turned a little bit blurry at that. "Yes, I suppose so," he muttered, fishing the bloody glasses out of his pocket again. He stared at them for a moment before slipping them on his nose again. The world didn't, as it soon would, come sharply into focus.
Which was still the main reason he probably forgot all about them. He liked the world blurry, though not *this* kind of blurry. Normally the world was fuzzy without his glasses, now that he thought about it, not blurry. And why the hell was he thinking about that? Keep your mind occupied on mundane things.. Well, that would be it yes.
"Oh," Wesley said, squinting at his watch. Great, now he had glasses, but still couldn't see anything. Bloody lovely. "Well, he's right on time then, I suppose. Oh for gods sake, I hate this blurry look." Letting out an annoyed sound, he pushed his glasses back on his nose.
Giles gave Wesley a small smile, leaning over to kiss his partner's temple. "Things will sharpen up soon, I'm sure." Of course, Giles wasn't sure Wesley would actually prefer that, but it would make things easier.
They sat there for a moment, neither of them moving and then finally Giles sighed. "We can't put this off forever," he told himself as well as Wesley. They had to talk to Connor. Giles wasn't so much worried about the boy's reaction as he was about sending him off, but either way, they had to do this. Connor would be too easy to get to, for Giles' taste. He was willing to concede that Angel could better protect him right now.
Nodding firmly to himself, Giles squeezed Wesley's knee and got out of the car.
He certainly hoped things would sharpen up soon; otherwise getting those glasses would've been rather pointless. And he already wasn't in the best of moods since he'd woken up. Well no, not since he'd woken up. Since he had to wake up and face the real world and what had happened.
"Yes," he agreed, nodding at he reached out to get out of the car. He stepped out and rounded the car while he waited for Giles to lock it. Automatic locks, which would all shut with just a click of a key chain. There was a joke there, Wesley was sure of it, but damned if he had the energy to dreg it up and actually make it.
Following his love into the shop, Wesley nodded at Anya who was still flitting about and then looked around for Connor. "Training room," Anya said, pointing her thumb over her shoulder and went back to work.
Anya seemed tense and Giles made a note to talk to her as soon as he could find a moment. Right then, they had to speak with Connor and if he let himself delay, Giles was worried he might not get to it at all.
Following Wesley into the back, they found Connor practicing throwing knives. He was quite good actually, Giles observed, smiling. "Hello, Connor." He tried to sound normal, but he thought it might have come out a tad too cheerful.
"Hey! Willow and Tara said they had some big stuff to do, but they'll see you later." Connor put the throwing knives down. "Hey, can you guys show me how to shoot? I think I'd be really good at it!"
"Uh, well, perhaps later," Giles said after a moment of thought. He'd have to discuss it with Wesley, but he thought that might not be such a bad idea. Neither would increasing their own training regiments. "Right now, we'd like to talk to you."
Shoot? Wesley frowned at that. He didn't like the idea of the boy running around with a weapon, but on a place like the Hellmouth, it just couldn't be helped. But a gun? No, he didn't like that at all. No fourteen year old should go around with a bloody gun, no matter how his childhood had been. Not to mention that it hit to close to home. He also thought they should discuss that with Angel first.
"New glasses>," Connor asked, as he came closer. The boy ducked his head to get a better look at Wes, or more specifically, Wes' new glasses. His eyes flickered over to Giles at the man's words and a frown creases his brow. "Talk? What about? Is something wrong?"
Pushing up his glasses, Wesley wondered briefly if they always felt this heavy. He couldn't recall his old pair feeling this heavy on his nose, but then again he hardly wore them. For a good reason, or so he kept telling himself. "Yes, we'd like to talk to you," Wesley started carefully. "How would you feel about visiting your father for week? Now that you still have vacation?"
Giles was glad Wesley had asked as he'd not known how to without making it seem odd. He was sure that, had it been him, there would have been a good deal of stammering to give away his nervousness.
Giving Wesley a smile, Giles moved a bit closer to his partner, so that their arms brushed together. It felt good, knowing Wesley was there with him, that he didn't have to handle any of this alone and, frankly, that was the first truly happy thought Giles had had since they'd left the bedroom that morning.
Connor tilted his head, clearly thinking about it. He seemed a bit nervous, but not overly so. "Would you guys be coming with me? Like we planned? You guys could visit Faith with me and you wouldn't have to stay at the hotel." Connor's darted to Giles at that last bit and Giles felt quite bad about not hiding his . . . distaste of Angel better than that.
Frowning at that, Wesley thought that over. If Giles were in Los Angles, he'd be away from the hellmouth. But they couldn't both go, not with what was going on here. But if Giles was in Los Angeles, Wesley couldn't keep an eye on him if he stayed behind. He'd have to ask Cordy to ask... God, that was just not going to work.
"Well, Connor," he started, hoping he sounded reasonable. "We thought it would be best if you visited your father without us. It would be less...awkward." He wasn't going to stay at the hotel. To many memories, not all of them good. Most of them soiled. And there were Fred and Gunn to consider, and Angel of course.
"But Cordelia will be there. And I'm sure she wont mind if you stayed with her at her place. I think it would be for the best." He wondered if Connor would be more inclined to go if Dawn went with him. Which would also ensure them that Dawn would be safe. But he couldn't very well ask that without talking to Buffy first.
Connor was clearly considering all of that, but he didn't seem to quite be ready to say yes and so Giles thought quickly. "Uh, when we come to pick you up, we might be able to spend a few days in Los Angeles with you, if you'd like. Still, it would, perhaps be better for you and Angel to have time together without us being there to distract you."
"Huh," was all Connor said. He shrugged and then looked up at them. "Let me think about? I mean, it's not like I have to go today, right?"
Actually, Wesley thought, it would be better if he left today. But he knew that wouldn't be possible, since they'd still had to call Angel. Not that he was expecting a 'no' from that side, but they couldn't very well spring the boy on him. Even if it was his son
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Giles nodded his agreement. "Yes, we really should." He looked to Connor then, wondering what they were going to do with the boy while they worked. He'd quickly get bored left to his own devices, but he couldn't help with the research and Giles wasn't about to send him home.
Not only didn't he want Connor to see the garden in its current state, but he didn't want him out wandering the streets alone, either. Not when something could be out there waiting for him.
Yes, they really should. Though by now Wesley felt even less useful then *before* they'd gotten their glasses. Stupid doctor and his eye drops. Luckily he'd written his prescription down, this wasn't going to happen a second time. Experience showed that he was going to need to get new glasses there soon enough, in their line of work. Unless of course he forgot to wear them again.
"Watcha working on," Connor wanted to know as he followed them out of the room.
"What are you," Wesley corrected absentmindedly. He glanced over at Anya who was on the phone. The moment he looked over thought, she gave him a far to bright smile and quickly turned around to whisper in the receiver. Odd that. Frowning, Wesley made his way over to the table, nearly tripping over something on the floor. "Bugger," he muttered under his breath.
Giles turned as Wesley tripped, reaching out a hand to steady his partner. "Still too blurry to read?" Well, of course it was, if Wesley couldn't see to walk he certainly couldn't see to read. Damn. But, there were other means of research, weren't there? "Well, you could always make a few phone calls," Giles ventured. There were a few people he knew that might be able to give them insight. Of course, one of them was Ethan, who Giles needed to call anyway, but there were quite a few that wouldn't bulky at Wesley's calling, if he told them Giles had asked him too. "I can make a list with very large letters."
Letting Wesley think about that, Giles turned to Connor. "Just some research, nothing terribly interesting so far. I don't suppose you'd be willing to walk down to the deli and get lunch for everyone?" It would be better if they could keep Connor busy, keep him from getting so bored he decided he'd like to help with the research.
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"I know, love," Giles said, reaching over to pat Wesley's knee and leaving his hand there as he drove back toward the shop. "It really could have been worse, though." We have to talk to Connor now. Giles thought with a sigh. That was, in his opinion, much worse. He'd have gone in for an eye examine a hundred times over if it meant they didn't have to send the boy away.
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Putting his hand over Giles' he squeezed the man's hand and plucked his glasses off again. It was an automatic gesture he didn't even notice as he folded them up and put them in the breastpocket of his shirt. "I know, love," he said quietly, squeezing his lover's hand. Hesitating for only a split second, he then leaned in and kissed his lover’s temple before the man drove off.
At least, he thought it was Giles temple. It was his lover's skin he tasted, so it didn't matter much. Sighing, he sat back in his seat again as they drove back toward the shop.
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He wasn't looking forward to having to keep an eye on Wesley and whether or not his lover was wearing his glasses, but it was necessary. Besides, if he could get Wesley to remember for himself, things would go a lot smoother.
"Willow's car. Connor's here," Giles said as he pulled up to the Magic Box.
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Which was still the main reason he probably forgot all about them. He liked the world blurry, though not *this* kind of blurry. Normally the world was fuzzy without his glasses, now that he thought about it, not blurry. And why the hell was he thinking about that? Keep your mind occupied on mundane things.. Well, that would be it yes.
"Oh," Wesley said, squinting at his watch. Great, now he had glasses, but still couldn't see anything. Bloody lovely. "Well, he's right on time then, I suppose. Oh for gods sake, I hate this blurry look." Letting out an annoyed sound, he pushed his glasses back on his nose.
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They sat there for a moment, neither of them moving and then finally Giles sighed. "We can't put this off forever," he told himself as well as Wesley. They had to talk to Connor. Giles wasn't so much worried about the boy's reaction as he was about sending him off, but either way, they had to do this. Connor would be too easy to get to, for Giles' taste. He was willing to concede that Angel could better protect him right now.
Nodding firmly to himself, Giles squeezed Wesley's knee and got out of the car.
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"Yes," he agreed, nodding at he reached out to get out of the car. He stepped out and rounded the car while he waited for Giles to lock it. Automatic locks, which would all shut with just a click of a key chain. There was a joke there, Wesley was sure of it, but damned if he had the energy to dreg it up and actually make it.
Following his love into the shop, Wesley nodded at Anya who was still flitting about and then looked around for Connor. "Training room," Anya said, pointing her thumb over her shoulder and went back to work.
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Following Wesley into the back, they found Connor practicing throwing knives. He was quite good actually, Giles observed, smiling. "Hello, Connor." He tried to sound normal, but he thought it might have come out a tad too cheerful.
"Hey! Willow and Tara said they had some big stuff to do, but they'll see you later." Connor put the throwing knives down. "Hey, can you guys show me how to shoot? I think I'd be really good at it!"
"Uh, well, perhaps later," Giles said after a moment of thought. He'd have to discuss it with Wesley, but he thought that might not be such a bad idea. Neither would increasing their own training regiments. "Right now, we'd like to talk to you."
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"New glasses>," Connor asked, as he came closer. The boy ducked his head to get a better look at Wes, or more specifically, Wes' new glasses. His eyes flickered over to Giles at the man's words and a frown creases his brow. "Talk? What about? Is something wrong?"
Pushing up his glasses, Wesley wondered briefly if they always felt this heavy. He couldn't recall his old pair feeling this heavy on his nose, but then again he hardly wore them. For a good reason, or so he kept telling himself. "Yes, we'd like to talk to you," Wesley started carefully. "How would you feel about visiting your father for week? Now that you still have vacation?"
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Giving Wesley a smile, Giles moved a bit closer to his partner, so that their arms brushed together. It felt good, knowing Wesley was there with him, that he didn't have to handle any of this alone and, frankly, that was the first truly happy thought Giles had had since they'd left the bedroom that morning.
Connor tilted his head, clearly thinking about it. He seemed a bit nervous, but not overly so. "Would you guys be coming with me? Like we planned? You guys could visit Faith with me and you wouldn't have to stay at the hotel." Connor's darted to Giles at that last bit and Giles felt quite bad about not hiding his . . . distaste of Angel better than that.
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"Well, Connor," he started, hoping he sounded reasonable. "We thought it would be best if you visited your father without us. It would be less...awkward." He wasn't going to stay at the hotel. To many memories, not all of them good. Most of them soiled. And there were Fred and Gunn to consider, and Angel of course.
"But Cordelia will be there. And I'm sure she wont mind if you stayed with her at her place. I think it would be for the best." He wondered if Connor would be more inclined to go if Dawn went with him. Which would also ensure them that Dawn would be safe. But he couldn't very well ask that without talking to Buffy first.
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"Huh," was all Connor said. He shrugged and then looked up at them. "Let me think about? I mean, it's not like I have to go today, right?"
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Not only didn't he want Connor to see the garden in its current state, but he didn't want him out wandering the streets alone, either. Not when something could be out there waiting for him.
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"Watcha working on," Connor wanted to know as he followed them out of the room.
"What are you," Wesley corrected absentmindedly. He glanced over at Anya who was on the phone. The moment he looked over thought, she gave him a far to bright smile and quickly turned around to whisper in the receiver. Odd that. Frowning, Wesley made his way over to the table, nearly tripping over something on the floor. "Bugger," he muttered under his breath.
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Letting Wesley think about that, Giles turned to Connor. "Just some research, nothing terribly interesting so far. I don't suppose you'd be willing to walk down to the deli and get lunch for everyone?" It would be better if they could keep Connor busy, keep him from getting so bored he decided he'd like to help with the research.
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