The happy highways where I went and cannot come again...

[welldressedseer]

Who: Cordelia - Open for anyone
Where: Cordelia's Office
When: A day or two later, mid-morning
Status: Just beginning

Cordelia sat at her desk looking immeasurably bored. Her brown eyes panned over the office, passing the time. It was a nice large office, one of the nicest besides Angel's, the vampire had made sure of that. The view was lovely too and

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[_wes_pryce_]

Wesley blinked at that remark and looked at Cordelia puzzled. That had been a remark quite reminiscent of a Cordelia he'd known of the old. "I thought you liked me scruffy," he observed, giving her a slight smirk.

He didn't touch the 'old' comment. There were times Wesley wondered if he'd ever been young. He *felt* old lately. And long before that, he realized, though he couldn't put his finger on the 'why' of that matter. Strangely enough to him the others all seemed so much younger. Gunn, Fred, Cordelia, even Angel. Though the vampire would always look as though he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"Hmmm, yes. Like old times," he echoed, thinking about said old times. Take out at the Hotel, sometimes so late it could actually be called breakfast. Playing stupid video games with Gunn. Getting dragged to the mall for god only knows what by Cordelia, only to end up carrying all her bags. Listening to Fred and her theories. The quiet late research nights with Angel. He really did miss the old times.

"We can chalk it up to team building. There's been a great lack of 'team' lately," he pointed out, as though this wasn't already obvious. "I suppose we could leave the rest a memo, but sometimes I wonder if they read those at all. I think we should personally ask them?"