Why the bloody hell was it so difficult to get my shoes on? Everytime I leaned forward silver stars were dancing in front of my eyes. And when I sat back up again, they were even worse. It was annoying and very irritating.
Ignoring that, I struggled to get my shoes on while I could hear Angel and Cordelia bicker outside. I've no idea idea why she was blaming Angel for... well...everything and nothing. And apparently moving on to higher priorities already. Which would be breakfast.
Fine.
Finally done with my shoes, I stood up and my eyes got caught on the mirror. I sucked in my breath, wincing at the sight that greeted me. God, I looked even more horrible then usual. Pale, bags under my eyes, a day old beard... and let's not look any further. Then there was the fact that I was going to have to hide the fact that I'd be stuck without glasses for a while.
I couldn't afford any new ones. Most of the money we made went to the others. I came last, since I didn't need as much as the rest. I didn't go out, I didn't have a social life, I didn't need to buy blood. I did need glasses, for which I was going to have to save some money now.
Sighing, I quickly turned away from the mirror. I took a deep breath, trying to look as confident as I felt. About going home that was. I *really* wanted to go to my depressing flat and just lay down for a decade. Once I was convinced I had myself, and thus Cordy and Angel, fooled by the look on my face, I opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom.
I glanced over at Angel and Cordelia who were busy in the kitchen. The smell of backed eggs and the likes made my stomach turn. I'd just have some toast and tea when I got home. If I still had the energy by then. Otherwise there was always the morning. "Have either of you seen my car keys?" I asked quietly, after a look around didn't make them show up.
I didn't turn around as Wesley came out of the bathroom, instead listening as Cordelia went over to him, undoubtedly studying him to see if he was fit to go home or not. I watched the eggs for a second, then turned around, frowning.
"No, I haven't seen your keys," I called over to him. If they had been in the pockets of his clothes from the sewers, though, I was willing to bet that they would need to be disinfected or something.
"And are you sure you should even be driving?" Cordelia asked, her tone soft and concerned now. A change from when she had just been yelling at me for... for, well, everything. "I mean, you don't look too good, Wes." She held up her hands before he could protest, and calmly said, "We're just concerned about you, Wesley... we don't want you hurt or anything." I nodded my agreement from the doorway to the kitchen that I leaned against.
I ducked back into the kitchen to check on the eggs, still listening to what was going on in the other room. As I made sure they weren't burning, I could hear Cordelia saying seriously, "Besides, I'm sure Angel or I could give you a ride home, you know. We just don't want you hurt, or to get into an accident or anything." I knew we didn't, but he was looking slightly better... he would be able to get home okay, right? Cordelia could have been right, because after all, I hadn't been sick in over two centuries...
What the hell was wrong with either of them pointing out my car keys. Or just hand them to me and say 'here are your car keys'. No, of course not. There was just no way I was going to get out of here without another lecture. Without another speech.
"I'm sure I should be driving, Cordelia," I muttered, glancing down at the side of the bed. One never knew, they might've dropped there. It was most probably more the tone of her voice, then Cordelia's actual words which made me pause. I glanced over at her, noticing Angel standing at the doorway as well.
Not for long, he probably wasn't interested in what we had to say. Then again, the chap had to listen to me whine and take over his bed all night. I'm sure he was quite ready for me to get the bloody hell out of his hair. He didn't seem very concerned either, unlike Cordelia. And for a moment, I had no idea if that annoyed me, hurt me, or made me sigh in relieve.
"I know you're worried, Cordelia," I said, biting down on a cry of triumph when I located the keys under the bed. Just *how* they'd gotten there, I'll never know. That much is certain, but I wasn't about to dwell on it. "I'm perfectly capable of driving," I assured her, trying to ignore the dancing spots in front of my eyes, as well as the slightly spinning room as I go up slowly.
"I just want to go home." Good lord, when had I reduced to the age of five again? I really ought to stop that.
Cordelia gave me a wobbly smile, and rubbed a hand over my arm. "I know," she admitted softly. "But, I really don't think you should be like alone yet. Seriously."
I frowned at her, a sudden fear gripping my heart. "Cordelia, really, I'm fine," I tried again, frantically looking over at Angel to get him to back me up here.
I put the pan with the eggs on a back burner, to let them cool as I leaned in the doorframe again, watching as Wesley fished his keys from under the bed. I wondered briefly how they had gotten there, before ignoring it. That wasn't the issue right now... the vaguely unfocused look in Wesley's eyes as he slowly rose was. He certainly didn't look like he should be driving yet...
"I know you're capable, but that's when you're not sick," Cordelia said, grabbing his arm as he tried to step toward the door. "You're sick, mister; and it feels like you have a fever!" She exclaimed, brushing a hand across his forehead. I frowned again, concerned; I knew his fever had gone down as compared to earlier, but I thought that it wasn't as obvious anymore, maybe a degree or three above normal.
I caught Wesley's pleading look at me, then glanced between him and Cordelia. I sighed, then offered, "I'll drive you home, okay, Wes? That way Cordelia doesn't have to worry."
"Yeah," Cordelia said, nodding at me sagely. "Otherwise I might have to do some filing." I winced, remembering her filing system, if you could call it that. No matter how many times Wes and I had tried to fix it, there was no teaching Cordy on how to file properly... that would be the day. "Okay, Wesley?" She asked him brightly, still holding on to his arm. "Angel will take you home, then you can rest or whatever you wanted to do, and feel better." She shot me a look, and I shrugged. Yeah, I could take him home, but how was I supposed to make sure he rested? That was up to him, not me...
Flinching when Cordelia put her hand on my forehead, I frowned. Which only made her frown back at me of course. Not to mention give me that overly concerned look again. I didn't bother with that though. My mind was still on 'you have a fever'.
I had thought that fever had gone down during the night. I recall going from freezing, to feeling as though I was being burned from the inside out. But I felt... Alright, maybe I was still slightly warm. But it was nothing compared to last night. I don't think I bath of ice could've cool me down then. Or a cool touch. Stop it!
Wearily, I looked at them as they, once again, made the decision for me. More or less. Well, Cordelia did. In her usual, 'this is how it'll work, it may sound as a question but it's not, so get going buster!' way of doing things.
I slumped down and rolled my eyes. Which was a bad idea, since that reminded me of the headache I still had. Good lord, I hate this week. Maybe I should just crawl under the covers and not come out till next week. I'm sure Angel wouldn't mind waking me up around that time.
"Oh for christ sake," I sighed, glaring at Cordelia. "Fine, if that will stop you from nattering on about it."
Cordelia nodded, beaming at me. "See?" she said, nodding again. "I knew you'd see reason. I knew you....hey! I so don't natter! Whatever that is." She crossed her arms and gave me a venomous look.
Or it would've been for anyone else. I was quite used to them by now and not all phased by said glares. Much to Cordelia's dismay.
"Yes you do," I sighed, rubbing my head tiredly. "And for gods sake, Cordelia. Please stay away from the files. I've just bloody ordered them. It took me weeks." Which would be because she'd been at it again after Angel and I ordered them after her last filing attempts.
Dismayed, I looked at my coat. Well, there wasn't any way I could wear that. In fact, the coat looked utterly ruined. Splendid, another thing I need and cannot afford. Things are certainly looking up!
"I just want to go home Cordelia." I gave her a small smile, reaching out to rub my hand over her arm absently. It was touching the way she cared. I don't think I've ever had anyone who cared like that. Not since Grandmother had passed away.
"Angel, if it's no bother. Could we please just go?"
I smiled slightly when, belatedly, Cordelia got offended when Wesley accused her of 'nattering'. She didn't know what that meant, but of course she always knew when to be offended... that was Cordy for you. She was also caring, and again, I couldn't help but think how much both of them had changed since coming here from Sunnydale. Cordelia was more aware of other people and caring, and Wesley was less uptight, more comfortable in his own skin... sometimes, I couldn't even really remember that he and the uptight Watcher that Buffy had disliked so much were the same person.
"No, no problem," I said after a moment, realizing that Wesley had been talking to me. "Cordelia, are you going to be okay eating here by yourself?"
"By myself?" She asked, and I winced. Then, she said, "I'll take some eggs down to Fred... maybe she'll like something other than breakfast tacos for a change. Especially since you're a good cook." I offered a small smile, as Cordelia moved past me into the kitchen. I could hear her dividing the eggs onto two plates, and knew that with Cordy's persuading, Fred would be eating these in no time.
As Cordelia left the room, she turned around, and said, "I hope you feel better, Wes... I mean, we can't work without the bossman, right?" She vanished before he could respond, and I glanced over at Wes.
"So, um, ready to go?" I asked, coming over. "Do you want to take your car, then, or mine?"
I was already at the door, having it halfway open when Angel turned to Cordelia. Patiently I waited for her to reassure the vampire that she'd be fine on her own. Something I could've told him too. This was Cordelia we were talking about, princess of Pylea, and queen the word with the 'b' at high school. She'd be beyond just fine.
"I'm fine," I reassured her again, growing a bit tired of it. The bossman comment made me laugh though. And it wasn't one of humor. Bossman. Right, which is why they called me the moment they discovered those eggs instead of walking away from them. Which is why they were all actually listening to me when I say something. Only not really. But she was out of view before I could even react to that.
Probably for the better as well.
It was on the tip of my tongue to say that I'd been ready half an hour ago, but I quickly swallowed it. I just wanted to get home and being sarcastic toward Angel wasn't going to solve anything, nor get me home sooner.
"We can take my car. There's a sewer access at the building for you to get back here," I said tiredly. Normally I'd have insisted to take his car so he could get back properly. But really, I wanted to go into work tomorrow. And that would be hard without a car. Didn't feel like calling Gunn to ask him to come pick me up.
Walking out the door, my hand clutching his far to big sweatpants on my frame so they wouldn't slide down, I made my way downstairs and toward the car.
I nodded, following Wesley from the room as Cordelia scooped up the plates and silverware, bound for Fred's room. As I followed Wesley down the steps, I could hear Cordelia knocking on the Fred's door, and smiled.
As we walked outside, I was careful to keep to the shadows still kept from the early morning sun. Even so, I still felt the sun start to burn my skin as I finally made it to Wesley's car, and glanced at him. I held my hand out for the keys he still had, and frowned at my hand. It didn't hurt, much, but it was a little pink... maybe I should start asking them to park in the back from now on. I could still drive, because the sun wasn't that far up, but that didn't mean that it wasn't irritating... and I wasn't looking forward to a trek back to the hotel through the sewers, either.
As I waited for the keys to the car, I studied Wesley, watching him awkwardly hold up the waist of the sweats I had loaned him. I knew that my clothes would be too big for him, but for some reason, this amused me slightly. Usually he looked all put-together, more comfortable in his own skin than before, but right now he looked... almost vulnerable. Which, I thought, he kinda was, because if those pants slipped, I was willing to bet he wouldn't be very happy.
As we got into the car, I asked awkwardly, "So, um, what are you going to do back at your place? Sleep some more?" He did look like he could use more sleep, but I wondered if he was going to research on those demons or anything.
Angel finally located the keys to his car, just when I started to wonder how much longer I was going to have to stand here being all embarrassed. The stupid sweats were too big, the shirt was too big. I resembled a little boy who was wearing his older brothers clothes and drowning in them.
With a sigh, I slid into the seat and closed the door quickly. It looked as though it was going to rain a bit, the sun kept disappearing behind the clouds. I couldn’t really care about that now. If anything, it would probably be best for Angel.
Tiredly, I leaned my head against the cool window, watching the scene rush by as Angel drove me toward my flat. And when he started talking again, I was starting to doubt the wisdom of Cordy and myself when it came to encouraging making him have small talk. He shouldn't do small talk. For one, he doesn't listen, and for another...he shouldn't do small talk.
Maybe we should just lock ourselves up in the office, with a large bottle of whiskey and then have some small talk. Don't I wish. Dammit, Pryce. Get a grip.
"Yes," I sigh, turning my head to look at him. "I was thinking of taking a shower and then sleep for a decade. I didn't really get much sleep last night." God, I'd rather take a bath. But since all I have is a shower, I'll make due. I'd probably drown in a bath anyway, tired as I am.
As we drove, I glanced over at Wesley and said, "Yeah, I know what you mean..." After that, I didn't know what else to say, so I fell silent. As I drove, I noticed the clouds moving in; great, a rainy day... that meant Cordelia would be cheerfully cleaning inside the office again...
As I drove, I glanced over at Wes again, and sighed slightly. He was looking out the window, silent, and I wondered again just how he was feeling. Not like he would tell anyone if he was still sick, though... He looked better than he had last night, but still not exactly like normal, and I was worried. I was glad that the others were okay, that they hadn't gotten sick.
"Are you going to be able to shower okay?" I asked after a few minutes, as if we had been conversing the whole time. "I mean, you still look a bit shaky, Wes." I glanced over at him again, aware that I was treading on thin ice here; he wasn't exactly open about his health to begin with, and I didn't want him to feel like I was hovering- I knew how annoying that could be. On the other hand, though, I was concerned, and wasn't that one of the things that they had all been on me for, for not caring?
As we pulled onto the street where Wes lived, I started to look around for a parking space as I waited for Wesley's answer. The sun was blocked by the clouds, and I looked up at the sky again, almost glad that it was going to rain. After all, it was a change from the sunny weather we had been having since we had returned from Pylea and heard about Buffy's death. I was ready for a change...
The driver over to my place was silent for the most part. Which was fine by me, I wasn't really in the mood for talking. To tired, and my head was starting to hurt again. Didn't really matter, just a good nights rest and that would be fine too. This is really the last time I'm going to stand in a slime demons projectory range.
"Hmmm?" I turned my head and glance at Angel when he talked. He kept on worrying didn't he? Giving him a tired smile, I nodded. "I'll be fine, Angel. I promise not to drown myself. And if I do, I'll give you a call alright?" Joke, lame but at least I was trying. Leaning back against the window, I sighed and closed my eyes until Angel parked the car.
I looked up when the car stopped and blinked. "Oh, are we here already?" Clearing my throat, I fumbled a bit to open the door and got out. Holding on to said door for a bit to steady myself, I closed it and then walked over to the building while fishing in my pockets for the keys. "Thank you for taking me, Angel," I said, leaning over to look at him. "I'll call you tomorrow?"
Ignoring that, I struggled to get my shoes on while I could hear Angel and Cordelia bicker outside. I've no idea idea why she was blaming Angel for... well...everything and nothing. And apparently moving on to higher priorities already. Which would be breakfast.
Fine.
Finally done with my shoes, I stood up and my eyes got caught on the mirror. I sucked in my breath, wincing at the sight that greeted me. God, I looked even more horrible then usual. Pale, bags under my eyes, a day old beard... and let's not look any further. Then there was the fact that I was going to have to hide the fact that I'd be stuck without glasses for a while.
I couldn't afford any new ones. Most of the money we made went to the others. I came last, since I didn't need as much as the rest. I didn't go out, I didn't have a social life, I didn't need to buy blood. I did need glasses, for which I was going to have to save some money now.
Sighing, I quickly turned away from the mirror. I took a deep breath, trying to look as confident as I felt. About going home that was. I *really* wanted to go to my depressing flat and just lay down for a decade. Once I was convinced I had myself, and thus Cordy and Angel, fooled by the look on my face, I opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom.
I glanced over at Angel and Cordelia who were busy in the kitchen. The smell of backed eggs and the likes made my stomach turn. I'd just have some toast and tea when I got home. If I still had the energy by then. Otherwise there was always the morning. "Have either of you seen my car keys?" I asked quietly, after a look around didn't make them show up.
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"No, I haven't seen your keys," I called over to him. If they had been in the pockets of his clothes from the sewers, though, I was willing to bet that they would need to be disinfected or something.
"And are you sure you should even be driving?" Cordelia asked, her tone soft and concerned now. A change from when she had just been yelling at me for... for, well, everything. "I mean, you don't look too good, Wes." She held up her hands before he could protest, and calmly said, "We're just concerned about you, Wesley... we don't want you hurt or anything." I nodded my agreement from the doorway to the kitchen that I leaned against.
I ducked back into the kitchen to check on the eggs, still listening to what was going on in the other room. As I made sure they weren't burning, I could hear Cordelia saying seriously, "Besides, I'm sure Angel or I could give you a ride home, you know. We just don't want you hurt, or to get into an accident or anything." I knew we didn't, but he was looking slightly better... he would be able to get home okay, right? Cordelia could have been right, because after all, I hadn't been sick in over two centuries...
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"I'm sure I should be driving, Cordelia," I muttered, glancing down at the side of the bed. One never knew, they might've dropped there. It was most probably more the tone of her voice, then Cordelia's actual words which made me pause. I glanced over at her, noticing Angel standing at the doorway as well.
Not for long, he probably wasn't interested in what we had to say. Then again, the chap had to listen to me whine and take over his bed all night. I'm sure he was quite ready for me to get the bloody hell out of his hair. He didn't seem very concerned either, unlike Cordelia. And for a moment, I had no idea if that annoyed me, hurt me, or made me sigh in relieve.
"I know you're worried, Cordelia," I said, biting down on a cry of triumph when I located the keys under the bed. Just *how* they'd gotten there, I'll never know. That much is certain, but I wasn't about to dwell on it. "I'm perfectly capable of driving," I assured her, trying to ignore the dancing spots in front of my eyes, as well as the slightly spinning room as I go up slowly.
"I just want to go home." Good lord, when had I reduced to the age of five again? I really ought to stop that.
Cordelia gave me a wobbly smile, and rubbed a hand over my arm. "I know," she admitted softly. "But, I really don't think you should be like alone yet. Seriously."
I frowned at her, a sudden fear gripping my heart. "Cordelia, really, I'm fine," I tried again, frantically looking over at Angel to get him to back me up here.
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"I know you're capable, but that's when you're not sick," Cordelia said, grabbing his arm as he tried to step toward the door. "You're sick, mister; and it feels like you have a fever!" She exclaimed, brushing a hand across his forehead. I frowned again, concerned; I knew his fever had gone down as compared to earlier, but I thought that it wasn't as obvious anymore, maybe a degree or three above normal.
I caught Wesley's pleading look at me, then glanced between him and Cordelia. I sighed, then offered, "I'll drive you home, okay, Wes? That way Cordelia doesn't have to worry."
"Yeah," Cordelia said, nodding at me sagely. "Otherwise I might have to do some filing." I winced, remembering her filing system, if you could call it that. No matter how many times Wes and I had tried to fix it, there was no teaching Cordy on how to file properly... that would be the day. "Okay, Wesley?" She asked him brightly, still holding on to his arm. "Angel will take you home, then you can rest or whatever you wanted to do, and feel better." She shot me a look, and I shrugged. Yeah, I could take him home, but how was I supposed to make sure he rested? That was up to him, not me...
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I had thought that fever had gone down during the night. I recall going from freezing, to feeling as though I was being burned from the inside out. But I felt... Alright, maybe I was still slightly warm. But it was nothing compared to last night. I don't think I bath of ice could've cool me down then. Or a cool touch. Stop it!
Wearily, I looked at them as they, once again, made the decision for me. More or less. Well, Cordelia did. In her usual, 'this is how it'll work, it may sound as a question but it's not, so get going buster!' way of doing things.
I slumped down and rolled my eyes. Which was a bad idea, since that reminded me of the headache I still had. Good lord, I hate this week. Maybe I should just crawl under the covers and not come out till next week. I'm sure Angel wouldn't mind waking me up around that time.
"Oh for christ sake," I sighed, glaring at Cordelia. "Fine, if that will stop you from nattering on about it."
Cordelia nodded, beaming at me. "See?" she said, nodding again. "I knew you'd see reason. I knew you....hey! I so don't natter! Whatever that is." She crossed her arms and gave me a venomous look.
Or it would've been for anyone else. I was quite used to them by now and not all phased by said glares. Much to Cordelia's dismay.
"Yes you do," I sighed, rubbing my head tiredly. "And for gods sake, Cordelia. Please stay away from the files. I've just bloody ordered them. It took me weeks." Which would be because she'd been at it again after Angel and I ordered them after her last filing attempts.
Dismayed, I looked at my coat. Well, there wasn't any way I could wear that. In fact, the coat looked utterly ruined. Splendid, another thing I need and cannot afford. Things are certainly looking up!
"I just want to go home Cordelia." I gave her a small smile, reaching out to rub my hand over her arm absently. It was touching the way she cared. I don't think I've ever had anyone who cared like that. Not since Grandmother had passed away.
"Angel, if it's no bother. Could we please just go?"
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"No, no problem," I said after a moment, realizing that Wesley had been talking to me. "Cordelia, are you going to be okay eating here by yourself?"
"By myself?" She asked, and I winced. Then, she said, "I'll take some eggs down to Fred... maybe she'll like something other than breakfast tacos for a change. Especially since you're a good cook." I offered a small smile, as Cordelia moved past me into the kitchen. I could hear her dividing the eggs onto two plates, and knew that with Cordy's persuading, Fred would be eating these in no time.
As Cordelia left the room, she turned around, and said, "I hope you feel better, Wes... I mean, we can't work without the bossman, right?" She vanished before he could respond, and I glanced over at Wes.
"So, um, ready to go?" I asked, coming over. "Do you want to take your car, then, or mine?"
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"I'm fine," I reassured her again, growing a bit tired of it. The bossman comment made me laugh though. And it wasn't one of humor. Bossman. Right, which is why they called me the moment they discovered those eggs instead of walking away from them. Which is why they were all actually listening to me when I say something. Only not really. But she was out of view before I could even react to that.
Probably for the better as well.
It was on the tip of my tongue to say that I'd been ready half an hour ago, but I quickly swallowed it. I just wanted to get home and being sarcastic toward Angel wasn't going to solve anything, nor get me home sooner.
"We can take my car. There's a sewer access at the building for you to get back here," I said tiredly. Normally I'd have insisted to take his car so he could get back properly. But really, I wanted to go into work tomorrow. And that would be hard without a car. Didn't feel like calling Gunn to ask him to come pick me up.
Walking out the door, my hand clutching his far to big sweatpants on my frame so they wouldn't slide down, I made my way downstairs and toward the car.
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As we walked outside, I was careful to keep to the shadows still kept from the early morning sun. Even so, I still felt the sun start to burn my skin as I finally made it to Wesley's car, and glanced at him. I held my hand out for the keys he still had, and frowned at my hand. It didn't hurt, much, but it was a little pink... maybe I should start asking them to park in the back from now on. I could still drive, because the sun wasn't that far up, but that didn't mean that it wasn't irritating... and I wasn't looking forward to a trek back to the hotel through the sewers, either.
As I waited for the keys to the car, I studied Wesley, watching him awkwardly hold up the waist of the sweats I had loaned him. I knew that my clothes would be too big for him, but for some reason, this amused me slightly. Usually he looked all put-together, more comfortable in his own skin than before, but right now he looked... almost vulnerable. Which, I thought, he kinda was, because if those pants slipped, I was willing to bet he wouldn't be very happy.
As we got into the car, I asked awkwardly, "So, um, what are you going to do back at your place? Sleep some more?" He did look like he could use more sleep, but I wondered if he was going to research on those demons or anything.
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With a sigh, I slid into the seat and closed the door quickly. It looked as though it was going to rain a bit, the sun kept disappearing behind the clouds. I couldn’t really care about that now. If anything, it would probably be best for Angel.
Tiredly, I leaned my head against the cool window, watching the scene rush by as Angel drove me toward my flat. And when he started talking again, I was starting to doubt the wisdom of Cordy and myself when it came to encouraging making him have small talk. He shouldn't do small talk. For one, he doesn't listen, and for another...he shouldn't do small talk.
Maybe we should just lock ourselves up in the office, with a large bottle of whiskey and then have some small talk. Don't I wish. Dammit, Pryce. Get a grip.
"Yes," I sigh, turning my head to look at him. "I was thinking of taking a shower and then sleep for a decade. I didn't really get much sleep last night." God, I'd rather take a bath. But since all I have is a shower, I'll make due. I'd probably drown in a bath anyway, tired as I am.
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As I drove, I glanced over at Wes again, and sighed slightly. He was looking out the window, silent, and I wondered again just how he was feeling. Not like he would tell anyone if he was still sick, though... He looked better than he had last night, but still not exactly like normal, and I was worried. I was glad that the others were okay, that they hadn't gotten sick.
"Are you going to be able to shower okay?" I asked after a few minutes, as if we had been conversing the whole time. "I mean, you still look a bit shaky, Wes." I glanced over at him again, aware that I was treading on thin ice here; he wasn't exactly open about his health to begin with, and I didn't want him to feel like I was hovering- I knew how annoying that could be. On the other hand, though, I was concerned, and wasn't that one of the things that they had all been on me for, for not caring?
As we pulled onto the street where Wes lived, I started to look around for a parking space as I waited for Wesley's answer. The sun was blocked by the clouds, and I looked up at the sky again, almost glad that it was going to rain. After all, it was a change from the sunny weather we had been having since we had returned from Pylea and heard about Buffy's death. I was ready for a change...
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"Hmmm?" I turned my head and glance at Angel when he talked. He kept on worrying didn't he? Giving him a tired smile, I nodded. "I'll be fine, Angel. I promise not to drown myself. And if I do, I'll give you a call alright?" Joke, lame but at least I was trying. Leaning back against the window, I sighed and closed my eyes until Angel parked the car.
I looked up when the car stopped and blinked. "Oh, are we here already?" Clearing my throat, I fumbled a bit to open the door and got out. Holding on to said door for a bit to steady myself, I closed it and then walked over to the building while fishing in my pockets for the keys. "Thank you for taking me, Angel," I said, leaning over to look at him. "I'll call you tomorrow?"
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