Angel for big_damn_heros
((Continued from here))
After we had gotten things sorted out with the girl, and taken her home, we were now on our way home. Her parents had been demanding to know what had happened, and luckily, we had managed to come up with a pathetic, yet somehow believable, story for her parents.
Now, as I pulled the car back into the back of the hotel, I glanced around the car, meeting the gazes of the others. Cordelia looked slightly pale and tired, but... that was kind of expected. After all, she had just learned that one of her closest friends was dead, and the other closest friend hadn't told her.
Flinching at that thought, I shifted my gaze to Faith, who still looked a little tired and distracted; I still wasn't sure how she had the visions, but we needed to do something about that. After all... I wasn't sure how long a human could handle them, and she was already the Slayer... how much more did she need? Wesley still looked worn out, and I sighed. We were all doing so well... I couldn't even begin to imagine how badly I looked after these past few days; after all, I had no reflection to even know what I looked like on a good day, and I hadn't slept much, in addition to learning that one of my few friends had been killed.
I pulled the car to a stop, then after a moment of silence, turned around and muttered quietly, "We're here..." Briefly, I wondered what next. Sleep would probably be a good first step, before we started trying to both find Spike, and find out more about the visions. Sleep, and... food. I glanced at everyone again as they started to get out of the car, and with a pang, realized that this would be the first time I had cooked breakfast for other people, without... without Doyle.
"Do you guys want something to eat?" I asked as we entered the hotel. And what a ragged band of heroes we made- tired, broken, confused, and... hungry, I realized, as I heard someone's stomach growl. Then, as I realized that since it was a request, they could just as easily all leave, I added, "I mean... stay. I want you to stay."
Right now, I just didn't want to be left alone. Being alone right now meant that I would start 'brooding' as Cordelia and Doyle had always said. Doyle had teased me so much about that... I really didn't want to be left alone with my thoughts just now. It was too much.
((Open to Wesley and Faith))
After we had gotten things sorted out with the girl, and taken her home, we were now on our way home. Her parents had been demanding to know what had happened, and luckily, we had managed to come up with a pathetic, yet somehow believable, story for her parents.
Now, as I pulled the car back into the back of the hotel, I glanced around the car, meeting the gazes of the others. Cordelia looked slightly pale and tired, but... that was kind of expected. After all, she had just learned that one of her closest friends was dead, and the other closest friend hadn't told her.
Flinching at that thought, I shifted my gaze to Faith, who still looked a little tired and distracted; I still wasn't sure how she had the visions, but we needed to do something about that. After all... I wasn't sure how long a human could handle them, and she was already the Slayer... how much more did she need? Wesley still looked worn out, and I sighed. We were all doing so well... I couldn't even begin to imagine how badly I looked after these past few days; after all, I had no reflection to even know what I looked like on a good day, and I hadn't slept much, in addition to learning that one of my few friends had been killed.
I pulled the car to a stop, then after a moment of silence, turned around and muttered quietly, "We're here..." Briefly, I wondered what next. Sleep would probably be a good first step, before we started trying to both find Spike, and find out more about the visions. Sleep, and... food. I glanced at everyone again as they started to get out of the car, and with a pang, realized that this would be the first time I had cooked breakfast for other people, without... without Doyle.
"Do you guys want something to eat?" I asked as we entered the hotel. And what a ragged band of heroes we made- tired, broken, confused, and... hungry, I realized, as I heard someone's stomach growl. Then, as I realized that since it was a request, they could just as easily all leave, I added, "I mean... stay. I want you to stay."
Right now, I just didn't want to be left alone. Being alone right now meant that I would start 'brooding' as Cordelia and Doyle had always said. Doyle had teased me so much about that... I really didn't want to be left alone with my thoughts just now. It was too much.
((Open to Wesley and Faith))