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?"
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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