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//Locked for now//
I don’t know how I’m going to tell him. Hell, maybe I just… shouldn’t…
Dammit. Why didn’t I let Cordy get the phone? She knows how to deal with the tricky stuff like this.
The accent gave it away right off the bat, and I knew they’d be looking for Wes, whoever they were. She sounded just like him, only in the feminine. And then she told me that she was his mother and I about fell off my chair. Or would’ve, if she wasn’t very very politely reminding me that the call was long-distance.
(I don’t want to tell Wesley because he’ll be hurt.)
Turns out Wyndam-Pryce Senior suffered a heart attack the other night and is laid up in the hospital for a bit. And after some of the things I was thinking and saying about him last week, my conscience is about as clear as mud. Even though if I could really cause bad things to happen to people just by hating them, Angel would be dead ten times ov…
That’s… actually not a good argument at all.
(I don’t want to tell Wesley because I don’t want him to go over there and get hurt.)
She didn’t say if he’d been asking for Wes. Didn’t say very much at all, really, despite all the manners. I think I know where Wes gets that particular trick from now, the one where he talks and doesn’t say a damn thing. I think she started to have suspicions at one point and went off on this tangent about who I was, so I told her I was Wesley’s employee. Well. It’s the truth, isn’t it? And I’d rather not be responsible for both his parents having heart failure.
Crap. Maybe I ought to tell Cordy first and get her to help me with this…
//Unlock//
Hey, Wes? If you get a minute, I need to talk to you. It’s important.
I don’t know how I’m going to tell him. Hell, maybe I just… shouldn’t…
Dammit. Why didn’t I let Cordy get the phone? She knows how to deal with the tricky stuff like this.
The accent gave it away right off the bat, and I knew they’d be looking for Wes, whoever they were. She sounded just like him, only in the feminine. And then she told me that she was his mother and I about fell off my chair. Or would’ve, if she wasn’t very very politely reminding me that the call was long-distance.
(I don’t want to tell Wesley because he’ll be hurt.)
Turns out Wyndam-Pryce Senior suffered a heart attack the other night and is laid up in the hospital for a bit. And after some of the things I was thinking and saying about him last week, my conscience is about as clear as mud. Even though if I could really cause bad things to happen to people just by hating them, Angel would be dead ten times ov…
That’s… actually not a good argument at all.
(I don’t want to tell Wesley because I don’t want him to go over there and get hurt.)
She didn’t say if he’d been asking for Wes. Didn’t say very much at all, really, despite all the manners. I think I know where Wes gets that particular trick from now, the one where he talks and doesn’t say a damn thing. I think she started to have suspicions at one point and went off on this tangent about who I was, so I told her I was Wesley’s employee. Well. It’s the truth, isn’t it? And I’d rather not be responsible for both his parents having heart failure.
Crap. Maybe I ought to tell Cordy first and get her to help me with this…
//Unlock//
Hey, Wes? If you get a minute, I need to talk to you. It’s important.