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Giles didn't miss the sharpness in his lover's voice, but he ignored it. Given Wesley circumstances, Giles couldn't blame him for not being particularly happy with anything. Following Wes, Giles was glad not to have to hint at a change in direction. They made it into the kitchen, with Giles stepping in front of Wesley when they'd gotten close to the table. He cut off Wesley's progress and bumped them into one another.
"Sorry, love," Giles said, trying to distracted, though he knew he probably sounded more tired. "I'll put the tea on and wake Connor." Brushing his hand along Wesley's arm, Giles turned to do just that, leaving Wesley to, hopefully, find his own seat at the table.
Giles didn't miss the sharpness in his lover's voice, but he ignored it. Given Wesley circumstances, Giles couldn't blame him for not being particularly happy with anything. Following Wes, Giles was glad not to have to hint at a change in direction. They made it into the kitchen, with Giles stepping in front of Wesley when they'd gotten close to the table. He cut off Wesley's progress and bumped them into one another.
"Sorry, love," Giles said, trying to distracted, though he knew he probably sounded more tired. "I'll put the tea on and wake Connor." Brushing his hand along Wesley's arm, Giles turned to do just that, leaving Wesley to, hopefully, find his own seat at the table.