In the kitchen, Paige applied a bandage to Wesley’s neck.

“That was too close,” Angel said, pacing the floor.

Wesley looked up sharply, inadvertently jerking the cut. He pressed a hand to the bandage, wincing. “I let my guard down,” he said, hoping fervently that Angel would still allow him to continue. “It won’t happen again.”

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The rush of adrenaline one got from being a part of something real and meaningful was all too new to Wesley, it having been so long since he’d last had the opportunity to assist on something like this.

“Have you already lain out the binding powder?” he asked as he followed Angel down the stairs to his quarters at a brisk pace.

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It was a quiet, uneventful Sunday afternoon, and Wesley was going through his weapons cabinet in his room and making notes of the things he needed when his phone rang. It was only a little bit sad when he dove for it, skidding across the floor with surprising velocity.

“Yes, hello?”

“Wesley. It’s Angel.”

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