Letting himself be led into, apparently the Magic box if the sounds of the traffic were anything to go by, Wesley steeled himself. He wasn’t looking forward to facing the others at all. And the moment those thougths left his brain, he noticed the irony of it. He wasn’t going to be doing any facing, let alone looking
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Getting more frustrated by the second, Wesley debated getting up himself and just feeling his way toward the door. He could follow the voices that sometimes floated through there. They were soft, hushed voices, as though they were discussing something that they didn’t want someone else to hear. Or maybe the door was closed? He had no idea
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Giles watched Wesley make his way toward him and wanted nothing more than to go and help him. He wasn't sure how angry Wesley would get, however, and so he waited at the door. Of course, once Wesley got to him, Giles couldn't resist laying his hand on Wesley's arm to guide him. He leaned in close, kissing Wesley's temple.
"We'll make this right, love," he said softly enough that only Wesley would hear him. "I promise you. And I'm going to be there throughout the spell. Nothing's going to happen." This time, Giles silently added to himself.
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"We'll make this right, love," he said softly enough that only Wesley would hear him. "I promise you. And I'm going to be there throughout the spell. Nothing's going to happen." This time, Giles silently added to himself.
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