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?"
"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.
Reply
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.
Reply
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.
Reply
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...
Reply
"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?"
Reply
Leave a comment