"You're thin," I repeated, meeting his confused eyes. "And yeah, you are." I shot him a half-smile to let him know that I wasn't trying to make fun of him or anything, and reached for the sweats next
( ... )
"I'm not thin," I protested again, surprised at how angry I managed to sound despite everything. What was with that? First it was Cordelia's 'skin and bones' remark. Then it was Gunn making jabs at how 'thin' I was. Of course he did it toward Cordelia as well, but still. And now Angel. Next Fred would start to, and really. She had *no* room to talk
( ... )
I picked up the shirt, then looked from the shirt to Wesley, then back again. I briefly wondered how I was going to get this on him, with the arms and all... I blinked, then sighed slightly
( ... )
"No we don't," I insisted. I'm the bloody boss around here am I not? Why is it that on one ever listens to me then? If I say I don't wish to tell them anything then I don't wish to tell them anything. How bloody hard can that be
( ... )
I nodded shortly, slipping the shirt as carefully as I could over his face, easing it over his head. I was just wondering that since he had been hurting only a minute ago from the poison, if this would hurt him too
( ... )
My legs were starting to tremble from the sitting position I was in. Sharp pains shot up again, but I ignored it. For some reason that was very easy to do with Angel so close by. Touching me, cool hands on my skin. Focus you git
( ... )
I carefully pulled away when I was finished pulling the shirt on, letting Wesley lean back against the pillows, and I studied him carefully. I nodded slightly, and offered a small smile
( ... )
"Thank you. Letting out a relieved sigh, I managed a smile when he lowered me back against the pillows. I let my eyes close for a moment, trying to calm down. Which was hard to do when Angel went on with his guilt trip again
( ... )
I started to open my mouth to speak, then I frowned, leaning forward as I noticed Wesley's jawmuscles clench as he gritted his teeth. What was happening now
( ... )
Staring up at Cordelia, I opened and closed my mouth several times. But I couldn't get a word in edgewise, as per usual. Why again, had I been so delusional to think I could handle her? Well, I could handle her. Under normal circumstances. But now that I was...am paralyzed, I had very little energy to do anything about it
( ... )
I held up my hands in surrender as Cordelia continued poking me, before she whirled on Wesley. As she did, it registered what time it was, and I frowned. It had only been three hours or so since we had dropped her off... why was she here? Had she had a vision
( ... )
"What?" Cordelia whirled around to face Angel again. For which I was quite glad, it gave me a few more moments to get my story together. As much as there was something to get together. I had no idea what to do or what to tell her. Not and be terribly embarrassed. She had already her doubts about *how* Angel had fished me out of the shower
( ... )
Check on her friends? She had seemed all too anxious to get home and relax, earlier... I wonder why she had come. She could just as easily have called, and it was pretty late... shouldn't she have been sleeping?
"I... do what, Cordelia?" I asked blankly. I didn't even know what was hurting Wesley, and I wondered what Cordelia was expecting me to do. "Wesley?" I asked, looking at him to see is he knew what I was supposed to be doing or not
( ... )
What? What are they on about? I do not have a face like that. I might have a surprised face and the likes, but I do *not* have a face like that. I pride myself in actually being able to hide it dammit. I know I can from the numerous time neither Angel nor Cordelia noticed anything.
Unless they were faking. Which I doubt, because Cordelia can never shut up. Much like she's doing now. And Angel is making even less sense. It was like watching a tennis match without definition. Quite a tiring one at that. The only part of my body to look at them were my eyes.
This entire bickering match went right over my head. It made even less sense to me then the ones Cordy and I have. Used to have, we hardly have them these days. Sometimes I miss that.
Sighing, I closed my eyes, and waited for the pain in my leg to go away. And for them to shut up. Which didn't seem to happen anytime soon. I'll just feign sleep and maybe they'll both go away and leave me to be embarrassed in peace.
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"I... do what, Cordelia?" I asked blankly. I didn't even know what was hurting Wesley, and I wondered what Cordelia was expecting me to do. "Wesley?" I asked, looking at him to see is he knew what I was supposed to be doing or not ( ... )
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Unless they were faking. Which I doubt, because Cordelia can never shut up. Much like she's doing now. And Angel is making even less sense. It was like watching a tennis match without definition. Quite a tiring one at that. The only part of my body to look at them were my eyes.
This entire bickering match went right over my head. It made even less sense to me then the ones Cordy and I have. Used to have, we hardly have them these days. Sometimes I miss that.
Sighing, I closed my eyes, and waited for the pain in my leg to go away. And for them to shut up. Which didn't seem to happen anytime soon. I'll just feign sleep and maybe they'll both go away and leave me to be embarrassed in peace.
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