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.
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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