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[taco_belle_fred]

Where: outside of the hotel where Wesley resides
When: Late afternoon, September 11th
Who: Fred, Wesley, whoever might be nearby
What: Making an attempt at mending old friendships

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[_wes_pryce_]

After his not so little run in with Faith, Wesley had taken the longer route home. Well, if one could call a shady hotel room home. Home is where the heart is, Wesley remember that line painted on some stupid little tile at this grandmother. He thought it was a unrealistic saying back then when he was eight, as he did now. It pretty much sucked if you found out your heart didn't have a home, because it wasn't really wanted anywhere

[taco_belle_fred]

Had she expected a warmer welcome? No, but it still stung a little bit. Fred would have given anything to turn back time, stop the false prophecy before it ruined everyone, but she couldn’t and that made her feel incredibly helpless.

“Wesley,” Her voice was smaller than she had intended it to be. She smiled, but her nerves made the expression falter and eventually disappear altogether.

“I just…” She trailed off for a moment or two, clasping her hands together from nerves. She certainly hadn’t thought that this would be easy, but she didn’t think that she would have such trouble with the speaking part.

“I thought I’d come see you. See how you are and…” She let out a heavy sigh, choosing not to continue the sentence. Her lips seemed to twitch just a little bit but the twitch soon brought about a smile, a hopeful one, and she prayed that it would melt the ice between them if only just a little bit.

[_wes_pryce_]

Wesley kept a save distance as he kept looking at Fred. He wasn't about to fall into that trap again. He wasn't about to get close - be that physically or mentally - to anyone again from here on end. Well, from the moment Fred had told him never to come back

[taco_belle_fred]

Her hopeful smile melted into a frown. The way he spoke make her heart hurt, but she could hardly blame him. The thought that his attitude had been brought about by her own words and actions hurt even more, but she swallowed the lump in her throat and pressed on.

“I didn’t mean to…” Fred looked at Wesley with her sad brown eyes, not really intending to induce sympathy. It was harder than she’d originally thought to speak with him. It wasn’t at all the way she imagined it. She’d wanted all of their troubles to be water under the bridge. She wanted them to have a warm reunion, but now that she was actually there in that moment it was obvious that that wasn’t going to come about too easily.

“I never meant to hurt you, Wesley.” Her voice had become soft, a meek little whisper.