She frowned again at his words; this being around him without all of his memories, was becoming more and more difficult than she'd originally thought it would be. "Oh that’s right you're more the Earl Grey kind of guy. And trying to finish all that...,” She motioned to the ever growing stack of papers on his desk. "Is pointless you'll just have another stack that size or higher tomorrow. Besides even Angel your oh so fearless leader knows when to quit, not that he even knows what he's doing lately, but that's not the point. And as for time, please I have all the time in the world, I'm dead so it's not like I'm going anywhere, but fine I'll leave to your work, maybe Spike'll be more fun" She got up and started to head for the door, silently hoping that he'd stop her, there by proving to herself that she'd gotten somewhere with him this time. She knew Angel didn't want his friends to know about the spell, but being the only other person that had to share his burden was pissing Lilah off, so she'd tried dropping subtle hints each time she dropped into Wesley's office, hoping it might help fill in the gaps.
When she mentioned her being dead he couldn't help but wince. There was a brief flash of an axe and her laying on some kind of table. Wesley frowned, trying to chase that flash before it was gone. But it *was* gone before he could actually figure out what that was all about.
He sighed, rubbed his temples and willed the head-ache away. It would seem the headache had taken up residence in his head and wasn't planning on going away any time soon. And these flashes weren't helping.
"But at least I wont have *this* stack there tomorrow a well," he muttered, wondering why she so badly wanted him to take a bloody break. Didn't she have some work to do as well? It seemed to him he was the only one doing the job. Well, he and Gunn, whom he'd not seen around in...quite a while.
"Yes, yes. Why don't you go see Spike, hmm? He doesn't work so he's bound to be more fun." He paused, looking over her as she stood by the door.
"Lilah..." he wanted to ask her how she'd died. But somehow, deep down, he felt as though he *knew* how she'd died. "...never mind," he muttered, turning back to his work.
She sighed a bit dramatically. "Right, fine you're busy I'll just go." She turned and had only gotten as far as placing her hand on the door handle before he said her name, for the first time in weeks. She turned back to him, "Yeah?" She stood there waiting for him to finish, when he didn't she sighed again. "Good luck with the work Wes" She turned around and left his office going to find Spike.
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He sighed, rubbed his temples and willed the head-ache away. It would seem the headache had taken up residence in his head and wasn't planning on going away any time soon. And these flashes weren't helping.
"But at least I wont have *this* stack there tomorrow a well," he muttered, wondering why she so badly wanted him to take a bloody break. Didn't she have some work to do as well? It seemed to him he was the only one doing the job. Well, he and Gunn, whom he'd not seen around in...quite a while.
"Yes, yes. Why don't you go see Spike, hmm? He doesn't work so he's bound to be more fun." He paused, looking over her as she stood by the door.
"Lilah..." he wanted to ask her how she'd died. But somehow, deep down, he felt as though he *knew* how she'd died. "...never mind," he muttered, turning back to his work.
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