"I can understand all the languages, if I want to. People always just move their lips and say their words, but what they say is nothing much at all. Anyone can understand nothing, but I think sometimes it's only me." Everyone else seemed to think it was a lot more complicated and then they thought she was making things up. Drusilla smiled at his offer and nodded her head.
"I would quite like a spot of tea, dear Wesley. Then maybe I can help you. You need a lot of help."
"I think body language is very key to language itself. You can watch a film or converse with people to some degree with body language alone and follow along. Texts I find are not quite the same, I'm afraid. No lips to read, no expressions or movements." And he was translating a dead language so even harder to work out what the hell was going on. He pulled a t-shirt on over his head and pulled his boxers on under the towel as he spoke, awkward and nearly tripping over himself doing it.
"I don't ... I don't need a lot of help." Was she implying something? "I can make tea just fine."
"Oh, written. That is dead. The letters jumble around and they just get forced to make some sense, but it's all made up. I don't like it as much as people. I prefer words that are alive. My Spike likes writing and reading. He won't tell anyone these days, but he does." Her William. She had known that he had things in common with Wesley.
"You need help with life, not tea." Although tea was part of life, she supposed. "You are not very good at it."
"... Erm, you know, that may be dyslexia. Sometimes it can make the words appear jumbled or moving. You should consider being tested for it." Wesley finished getting his pants on before dropping the towel and zipping up his fly, moving cautiously along to the room towards his desk where the kettle and cups laid. It wasn't a big space, this dorm, but they made it work. "I am aware he must, he gets rather good grades. We share a latin class."
He didn't think he was particularly bright but academics didn't always lead to much. He put the kettle on and frowned, trying not to take Drusilla to heart. "I'm fine, thank you. My life is going plenty fine, I just -- I do not need help, okay?"
"Are you lonely? Because my Angel, he is lonely in his soul. He carries that with him. You won't ever ease your loneliness, even if you're all wrapped up in him." She wondered why Wesley couldn't see that. But then, perhaps he really didn't mind. It just seemed to her as if he might. "Are you in love with him? Because that is the worst pain. It never stops. It's falling in love, but you never hit the bottom. You just always know you will."
"No! I'm not in love with him! And I really don't need him not to make me lonely. Not that I am. Lonely. I have friends, I have -- I have things." He had more of a life than he'd ever had and Angel wasn't really dependent on his happiness, he just liked to have him around. It was comforting to have a friend who wanted the same as he did. Lost in the world, trying to find their way. Together.
He had a lot to run away from, it was comforting to have someone who felt that way too. "Are you in love with him?" He turned back around as the kettle boiled, frowning at her. "You speak with experience."
"Oh, I was. Deeply. I fell and then I shattered. He won't love me like this." It was easy enough to understand. She shrugged, wondering if how she fell about Angel could be called love. It seemed too simple a word for so many emotions. She loved Spike, that was a lot easier. "I have a lot of experience. My Angel made sure of it. I know a lot. Do you want to learn a little?"
"You hardly seem so unloveable. Spike loves you, does he not? I rather think you're quite delightful. Peculiar, I suppose, but -- but who isn't? And you have such beautiful dresses." He didn't like to see any girl look so crushed over a man, especially not one like Drusilla, broken and almost proud of it. "I'm not sure I do wish to learn what you know. How about we simply have tea and see where it takes us?"
"If you want." Drusilla wasn't here to press an advantage, after all. If nothing else, she doubted Angel would be very happy if she did. Although perhaps he would deserve that, given what he'd done to Spike, however unknowingly. She pushed those thoughts and feelings back, instead focusing on Angel.
"Have you ever kissed someone?" She had reason to ask. "Only, I heard some girls talk about it."
"Yes." Not well. At all. Not that he'd admit to that. He just focused on making tea, earl grey and a hint of lemon. Just a nicer kind of thing for such an odd conversation. He offered a cup out to her and then went over, sitting on his own bed and eyeing her cautiously, unsure how to react. She was often very ... forward.
"What were the girls say?" Oh God. "Anything-- anything bad?"
"Nothing good," Drusilla offered, not wanting to hurt his feelings, but not really one to lie either. She took a sip from her tea and smiled at him over the rim of the cup. "You are much better at making tea. Thank you very much."
There she was, perfectly normal. Well. "I can let the girls know that they are wrong about you."
"Oh." Well. That did suck but what did he expect? He wasn't hoping to have much luck with the ladies, he was hoping to survive social situations and live freely away from his parents, not find a happily ever after. He offered Drusilla a small, sad smile. It was nice that she wanted to lie for him, he supposed.
"It's quite all right, you don't have to. I can live with being a good tea maker." Ladies like that too, right? "You're sweet to offer."
"I can teach you quite well. Girls do it all the time." Drusilla's smile never fell, until she took another sip of tea. He really was an excellent tea maker, but she wasn't delusional enough to assume that would be a big hit with anyone but a very small and select group. "There is nothing to it. Won't you let me?"
"Kiss ... kiss me? Oh. Oh, no! No, you have a boyfriend! I wouldn't ever wish to get involved in such a thing. I don't fare well in fights." He could fence and that was where all his combat abilities lied. And even then, he wasn't exactly a master at it. "You're a-a very pretty girl but I don't wish to get bashed up by Spike. He'd already trashed enough of my things."
"He wouldn't do that. He will just pout for a while when he finds out and then I get to kiss him. All is well." She clapped her hands to showcase how easily all would be made well in that area. "Besides, he is with Angel right now. They are being stupid boys, but if they were less stupid, they would be naughty instead. So why can't I help you? I like to help."
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"I would quite like a spot of tea, dear Wesley. Then maybe I can help you. You need a lot of help."
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"I don't ... I don't need a lot of help." Was she implying something? "I can make tea just fine."
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"You need help with life, not tea." Although tea was part of life, she supposed. "You are not very good at it."
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He didn't think he was particularly bright but academics didn't always lead to much. He put the kettle on and frowned, trying not to take Drusilla to heart. "I'm fine, thank you. My life is going plenty fine, I just -- I do not need help, okay?"
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He had a lot to run away from, it was comforting to have someone who felt that way too. "Are you in love with him?" He turned back around as the kettle boiled, frowning at her. "You speak with experience."
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The safer route.
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"Have you ever kissed someone?" She had reason to ask. "Only, I heard some girls talk about it."
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"What were the girls say?" Oh God. "Anything-- anything bad?"
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There she was, perfectly normal. Well. "I can let the girls know that they are wrong about you."
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"It's quite all right, you don't have to. I can live with being a good tea maker." Ladies like that too, right? "You're sweet to offer."
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