The Long, Winding Road Home
Continued from here.
Even though we've been walking without speaking for several minutes, the warmth of Wesley's hand holding mine is comforting, something that seems tangible after all the craziness we've been through in the last day...week...month...year. Years, even. At least there's something a bit normal in my life again.
Wesley's always been the one I've known I could turn to, no matter how dark and ugly and crazy things got. Charles was right about that. I just had to finally realize on my own that he's the one I've wanted and get over my fear of stepping out of the safe little box I had been trying to keep around myself since returning from Pylea. Guess it's taken working at Wolfram and Hart to understand that as long as I'm in this life, a safe little box is never going to happen. And actually, being with Wesley has made me feel more secure and certain about things than I have been in a long time. I guess because I've finally come to terms with everything I'd been ignoring for so long.
Looking up at Wesley as we head through a small park, I finally break the silence we've fallen into. "Wes...are you...? Are you okay? I know this has been one insanely nutty night - I mean, it's not every day that you have a twin created from an sabotaged experiment because some psycho nutball I should have sacked months ago decided to go serial killer and then have to send him off to some unknown hell dimension before watching a heart-to-heart breakdown in a Dennys parking lot."
I stop and take a deep breath, shaking my head.
"Well, I think we know how I'm taking all this."
I really don't want to think of how close I came to becoming an unwilling host to some ancient demon king-god whatever. Really don't.
Even though we've been walking without speaking for several minutes, the warmth of Wesley's hand holding mine is comforting, something that seems tangible after all the craziness we've been through in the last day...week...month...year. Years, even. At least there's something a bit normal in my life again.
Wesley's always been the one I've known I could turn to, no matter how dark and ugly and crazy things got. Charles was right about that. I just had to finally realize on my own that he's the one I've wanted and get over my fear of stepping out of the safe little box I had been trying to keep around myself since returning from Pylea. Guess it's taken working at Wolfram and Hart to understand that as long as I'm in this life, a safe little box is never going to happen. And actually, being with Wesley has made me feel more secure and certain about things than I have been in a long time. I guess because I've finally come to terms with everything I'd been ignoring for so long.
Looking up at Wesley as we head through a small park, I finally break the silence we've fallen into. "Wes...are you...? Are you okay? I know this has been one insanely nutty night - I mean, it's not every day that you have a twin created from an sabotaged experiment because some psycho nutball I should have sacked months ago decided to go serial killer and then have to send him off to some unknown hell dimension before watching a heart-to-heart breakdown in a Dennys parking lot."
I stop and take a deep breath, shaking my head.
"Well, I think we know how I'm taking all this."
I really don't want to think of how close I came to becoming an unwilling host to some ancient demon king-god whatever. Really don't.