"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.
Maybe I should just faint. But then they'd both be worried. I was feeling very lightheaded by now though.
"I can't come over and check on my friends anymore!" She poked that lethal nail of hers in his chest again, giving him quite an impressive glare. One had to wonder though, what mad her come over here in the first place.
"Did...you have a vision? Are you alright?" I asked, swallowing hard to wet my throat. I could feel another stab of pain in my leg and quickly tensed my jaws to keep her from noticing anything.
"NO!" She shook her head frantically, and gave me an apologetic look. "No,no, I'm fine, Wes." Automatically she reached out and brushed her hand over my arms. I glanced back at Angel quite relieved. after returning her smile as best as I could at the moment.
Suddenly she narrowed her eyes at me and then glanced over at Angel. "He's in pain," she announced. "He has that 'I'm in pain but I'm hiding it so don't even bother asking me' face! Do something, Angel!"
I looked at her confused and at Angel. "I've a face like...that? I don't have...a face like that!" I protested. And it was a good thing I couldn't move, or my hand would've been touching my face now. Thank god Cordy hadn't noticed that I couldn't move...yet.
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.
As Cordelia began demanding to know why he was hurting, I looked at Cordelia, then back at Wesley, and commented, "Yes, you do have that face." I had noticed before, but right now wasn't a time for one of the sibling squabbles between them. it was late, Wesley was paralyzed and hurting, and Cordelia... should have been sleeping, but for some reason had come here in the middle of the night. Suddenly, I remembered the times I had had to call her over to the office out of sleep, and how much she had complained then... so what had happened now?
"See? Even One Expression Man sees that you have a Look," Cordelia pointed out to Wesley, sitting on the edge of the bed. Then, turning to look at me, she said, "I knew that you guys wouldn't be able to stay out of trouble... I couldn't sleep, and there was nothing on television, so I decided to check on Angel to make sure he didn't decide to go off the deep end about Buffy again." She waved her hand carelessly, and I flinched. I wasn't going to go off the deep end... and it had been different when I had 'gone off the deep end' after Darla; I doubted they would ever really understand.
"We're not in trouble..." I said weakly, ignoring the rest of that conversation. There were times to call Cordelia Chase on her mistakes and assumption, but right now, I didn't think this was the time, mostly because she was going into 'protective mother hen' mode with Wes right now, and I wondered what had brought that about. Then, I wondered what she was going to blame me for next. "Wait, are we?"
"You are always in some sort of trouble, Angel," Cordelia informed me loftily. "Where would you be without me?" I smiled at her, and relaxed slightly.
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.
Maybe I should just faint. But then they'd both be worried. I was feeling very lightheaded by now though.
"I can't come over and check on my friends anymore!" She poked that lethal nail of hers in his chest again, giving him quite an impressive glare. One had to wonder though, what mad her come over here in the first place.
"Did...you have a vision? Are you alright?" I asked, swallowing hard to wet my throat. I could feel another stab of pain in my leg and quickly tensed my jaws to keep her from noticing anything.
"NO!" She shook her head frantically, and gave me an apologetic look. "No,no, I'm fine, Wes." Automatically she reached out and brushed her hand over my arms. I glanced back at Angel quite relieved. after returning her smile as best as I could at the moment.
Suddenly she narrowed her eyes at me and then glanced over at Angel. "He's in pain," she announced. "He has that 'I'm in pain but I'm hiding it so don't even bother asking me' face! Do something, Angel!"
I looked at her confused and at Angel. "I've a face like...that? I don't have...a face like that!" I protested. And it was a good thing I couldn't move, or my hand would've been touching my face now. Thank god Cordy hadn't noticed that I couldn't move...yet.
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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.
As Cordelia began demanding to know why he was hurting, I looked at Cordelia, then back at Wesley, and commented, "Yes, you do have that face." I had noticed before, but right now wasn't a time for one of the sibling squabbles between them. it was late, Wesley was paralyzed and hurting, and Cordelia... should have been sleeping, but for some reason had come here in the middle of the night. Suddenly, I remembered the times I had had to call her over to the office out of sleep, and how much she had complained then... so what had happened now?
"See? Even One Expression Man sees that you have a Look," Cordelia pointed out to Wesley, sitting on the edge of the bed. Then, turning to look at me, she said, "I knew that you guys wouldn't be able to stay out of trouble... I couldn't sleep, and there was nothing on television, so I decided to check on Angel to make sure he didn't decide to go off the deep end about Buffy again." She waved her hand carelessly, and I flinched. I wasn't going to go off the deep end... and it had been different when I had 'gone off the deep end' after Darla; I doubted they would ever really understand.
"We're not in trouble..." I said weakly, ignoring the rest of that conversation. There were times to call Cordelia Chase on her mistakes and assumption, but right now, I didn't think this was the time, mostly because she was going into 'protective mother hen' mode with Wes right now, and I wondered what had brought that about. Then, I wondered what she was going to blame me for next. "Wait, are we?"
"You are always in some sort of trouble, Angel," Cordelia informed me loftily. "Where would you be without me?" I smiled at her, and relaxed slightly.
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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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