238, morning

[notstakedyet]

Angel stayed up the entire night and watched Callisto

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[whitedeathpod]

John's still on the floor, curled around Aeryn when he hears movement. Opening his eyes and blinking, he notices Angel moving around in the kitchen.

Pulling himself off the floor, and his back's gonna hurt for that, he makes his way into the kitchen.

"Morning," he says roughly. "How you feeling?"

[notstakedyet]

"Like I haven't really slept in two days, I've been stabbed through with a sword, and if not for being immortal I'd probably be passed out on the floor with you," Angel said, conversationally. He handed John a mug of coffee. "You?"

[whitedeathpod]

"I passed out on the floor," John says, stretching. "My back feels like you tapdanced on it." He takes the coffee and sips it. "How'd Callisto do?"

[notstakedyet]

"Made it through the night okay," Angel said. He still looked worried, but more the kind of worry that would stay with him until she was entirely better. "Hawkeye really helped."

[whitedeathpod]

"She'll be okay," John says, to appease himself and Angel. "She's tough. She hasn't killed me yet and you know she needs to do that before she even thinks about..."

[notstakedyet]

A small smile touched Angel's face. "True."

[whitedeathpod]

"How's the sword wound?" John asks, pointing to his torso. "Another scar for the injury chart?"

[notstakedyet]

"I'll heal," Angel said, rubbing it absently. "Luckily this doesn't kill me."

[whitedeathpod]

"Everything was kinda crazy last night," John says quietly, "but did you...do what you set out to do?"

[notstakedyet]

"For the most part," Angel said. "Darla got away."

[whitedeathpod]

"Damn." John's only head about Darla, never seen her, but that still sucks. "But everyone came back okay. That's a victory, dude."

[notstakedyet]

Angel nodded. "It really is."

[whitedeathpod]

"Do you think she'll come back after all this?"