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For a brief moment, Giles wondered if he'd overstepped his boundary with Wesley. After all, some people took offense to being asked if they were seeing anybody. He was about to tell Wesley to forget he even asked but before the words came out, Wesley was stumbling through an answer. A girl - of course Wesley dated girls. And why wouldn't he? Not everyone ran away and dabbled in sexual relations with women and men.
Suddenly, Wesley was talking about some bloke by the name of Alex. Giles couldn't help but to raise an eyebrow at that. Perhaps he'd been wrong about the man beside him. He carefully listened to everything Wesley said, nodding his head, knowing Roger would have a problem with it. Most of the elders at the Council were homophobic by nature. Giles didn't know if it was because they wanted heirs or if it was because the lot of them were wankers.
After Wesley had finished talking, Giles leaned back on the sofa and nodded again. "Someone should write a book about not getting involved with girls at school. I met a lovely girl at Oxford and she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever laid eyes on. It lasted for a few months before she decided she rather have some bloke on the cricket team." He chuckled at that and shook his head.
"When I left Oxford and came to London, I met a bloke." He could never bring himself to say Ethan's name. "It was different from my relationship before - less loving," he said with a small shrug. "But, I do suppose it doesn't matter anymore. It's not like men and women are breaking down my door in order to have a date. I've given up on the notice I'll ever find anyone to make me happy."
He glanced over at Wesley and patted his knee. It was another bold move but Giles figured Wesley wouldn't mind. "You, on the other hand, are still young and I'm sure you'll find someone to be with," he said. Giles suddenly realized he was being rather negative and he sighed. "I must apologize for that. It's just...sometimes I wonder if I've given up too much for the Council. I can't even remember the last time I've had this nice of a conversation."
Giles then lifted his hand off Wesley's knee and looked at him for a moment. He wanted to touch him to show how much he appreciated the company the other man was providing. Yet, there was still a small part of him that didn't want to run Wesley off. Pushing his doubts aside, Giles reached up and cupped Wesley's face. "Thank you for coming over. I've enjoyed myself," he said as he looked into Wesley's eyes and slowly ran his thumb over his cheekbone.
For a brief moment, Giles wondered if he'd overstepped his boundary with Wesley. After all, some people took offense to being asked if they were seeing anybody. He was about to tell Wesley to forget he even asked but before the words came out, Wesley was stumbling through an answer. A girl - of course Wesley dated girls. And why wouldn't he? Not everyone ran away and dabbled in sexual relations with women and men.
Suddenly, Wesley was talking about some bloke by the name of Alex. Giles couldn't help but to raise an eyebrow at that. Perhaps he'd been wrong about the man beside him. He carefully listened to everything Wesley said, nodding his head, knowing Roger would have a problem with it. Most of the elders at the Council were homophobic by nature. Giles didn't know if it was because they wanted heirs or if it was because the lot of them were wankers.
After Wesley had finished talking, Giles leaned back on the sofa and nodded again. "Someone should write a book about not getting involved with girls at school. I met a lovely girl at Oxford and she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever laid eyes on. It lasted for a few months before she decided she rather have some bloke on the cricket team." He chuckled at that and shook his head.
"When I left Oxford and came to London, I met a bloke." He could never bring himself to say Ethan's name. "It was different from my relationship before - less loving," he said with a small shrug. "But, I do suppose it doesn't matter anymore. It's not like men and women are breaking down my door in order to have a date. I've given up on the notice I'll ever find anyone to make me happy."
He glanced over at Wesley and patted his knee. It was another bold move but Giles figured Wesley wouldn't mind. "You, on the other hand, are still young and I'm sure you'll find someone to be with," he said. Giles suddenly realized he was being rather negative and he sighed. "I must apologize for that. It's just...sometimes I wonder if I've given up too much for the Council. I can't even remember the last time I've had this nice of a conversation."
Giles then lifted his hand off Wesley's knee and looked at him for a moment. He wanted to touch him to show how much he appreciated the company the other man was providing. Yet, there was still a small part of him that didn't want to run Wesley off. Pushing his doubts aside, Giles reached up and cupped Wesley's face. "Thank you for coming over. I've enjoyed myself," he said as he looked into Wesley's eyes and slowly ran his thumb over his cheekbone.