Cleaning is good for the soul
Angel and Charles were leaving to go talk to.. what did they call themselves again? Night..something or others. Well, they were going to talk to the people who came by earlier to see what exactly was going on over at Wolfram and Hart. Hopefully they wouldn't shoo him away because of the little 'incident' with Angel sorta going off talking to himself. Only it wasn't himself. He'd said that Darla had showed up somehow. Darla being back.. or at least deciding to show up had to be hard on Angel what with her having died and being Connor's mother and all.
This really wasn't what Angel needed right now. Though maybe this was a good thing. It did get him out of the hotel and back to work again, right? Wolfram and Hart had gone too far.. again. Couldn't they just let those who died stay dead? I hated that both Cordy and Connor had died, but bringing them back? Not to mention that this was Wolfram and Hart and I doubt they brought the two of them back just to give Angel a present for turning down a chance to be their CEO. No, they had a little something more up their sleeves this time.
I stayed up in Angel's room for a bit longer after they'd left and picked up a few more things that Angel hadn't gotten to yet. Once I cleaned up a little more, I noticed the picture he had on his dresser. Smiling, I picked it up and looked it over. The faces in the picture smiled back at me and I sighed just remembering it. I think I remembered that exact day. Besides the normal vision or case we had going on, things were quiet and functional. They weren't screwed up and dysfunctional like they were now.
Setting the picture back on the dresser, I left the room and went back down the stairs to the lobby. It seemed empty for now and I halfway hoped it'd stay that way unless Angel or Charles got back with some good news or any news at all for that matter. I walked around the counter and picked up a few things that had somehow gotten out of place. I wished the phone would ring with someone calling in with a case. Well, someone other than 'I've lost all hope and will to go on without Jasmine in my life' because God knows the last fifty of those weren't enough.
When I caught myself drumming my fingers on the counter, I snatched them down and looked over at the clock impatiently. Okay Fred, they haven't been gone *that* long. Making a face at myself, I turned and continued fixing up a few areas even though they didn't actually *need* fixing up and no I hadn't already 'fixed up' this certain spot already.
This really wasn't what Angel needed right now. Though maybe this was a good thing. It did get him out of the hotel and back to work again, right? Wolfram and Hart had gone too far.. again. Couldn't they just let those who died stay dead? I hated that both Cordy and Connor had died, but bringing them back? Not to mention that this was Wolfram and Hart and I doubt they brought the two of them back just to give Angel a present for turning down a chance to be their CEO. No, they had a little something more up their sleeves this time.
I stayed up in Angel's room for a bit longer after they'd left and picked up a few more things that Angel hadn't gotten to yet. Once I cleaned up a little more, I noticed the picture he had on his dresser. Smiling, I picked it up and looked it over. The faces in the picture smiled back at me and I sighed just remembering it. I think I remembered that exact day. Besides the normal vision or case we had going on, things were quiet and functional. They weren't screwed up and dysfunctional like they were now.
Setting the picture back on the dresser, I left the room and went back down the stairs to the lobby. It seemed empty for now and I halfway hoped it'd stay that way unless Angel or Charles got back with some good news or any news at all for that matter. I walked around the counter and picked up a few things that had somehow gotten out of place. I wished the phone would ring with someone calling in with a case. Well, someone other than 'I've lost all hope and will to go on without Jasmine in my life' because God knows the last fifty of those weren't enough.
When I caught myself drumming my fingers on the counter, I snatched them down and looked over at the clock impatiently. Okay Fred, they haven't been gone *that* long. Making a face at myself, I turned and continued fixing up a few areas even though they didn't actually *need* fixing up and no I hadn't already 'fixed up' this certain spot already.