It wasn't really intentionally that Angel showed up mysteriously behind the awkward pair as if he materialised out of the shadows, it was just something that sort of seemed to happen on its own whenever he went places. Just like he couldn't seem to put a coat on without it swirling dramatically.
"I don't have issues." Wesley clarified before looking at angel, a touch more desperate. "I really don't. Honestly." He did but he has to seem cool, casual and normal in the face of Angel. His best friend. BFF. Bros. "Drusilla is here, by the way. She was looking for you, I think."
"He called for you." Drusilla told Angel as if he wouldn't know about it yet and then rose to her feet, lowering her voice at the same time to whisper to Wesley. "Watch and you'll see the shards cutting."
She combed her fingers through Wesley's hair while walking away from him and over to Angel, just melting against him, head tucked against his chest. "My Angel. I like your friend. He cares too much, but he doesn't mean to destroy. Not like your old friends."
There was indeed no small amount of pain in the tender expression on Angel's face as he carefully wrapped his arms around Drusilla, as if he feared that his mere touch might break her.
Well, break her more.
"I like him too. He's a good friend. Have you been nice to him?"
"She has been lovely." He is just lying now but whatever, she was nearly gone and she seemed important to Angel so he wanted to care and have her be important to him to. Important from a distance, that is.
"How did you two meet, anyway?" Just wanted to be more involved in his friends life and learn a little more about the mystery that is Angel.
"Oh, Angel was always there when I was. And I was there when he fell. Now I am there to remind him." Drusilla rose to her toes so she could kiss Angel's cheek. "Did you have to hurt Spike?"
He honestly wasn't sure about what sort of effect he may or may not have had on Spike in terms of bumps and bruises. The guy was usually pretty good at bouncing back.
Knowing full well that Dru's answer to Wes had been far from helpful, he gave his friend an awkward look, as always profoundly uncomfortable with discussing... pretty much any part of his past.
"We grew up in the same area, more or less."
And also kind of sort of... no, he couldn't say they dated, that was a term he reserved for Darla, but they sure did something.
"Ah. Good. I was wondering." Wondering where he met this weird girl who kept appearing in his life. She was lovely, he was sure, but she did keep touching his face and that was a little off putting. Just a little.
"When did you hurt Spike?" Better not be the hallway. Fighting on the hallway is prohibited and as hall monitor, he'll have to give them both a stern talking to.
"He hurt him because of the nun porn. And the gay porn." Drusilla wanted to be helpful, so she filled Wesley in on the necessary information. She also stayed in Angel's arms, because why not? "Spike doesn't want to see me."
"He was trashing our room. Some of your stuff got messed up, I'm sorry."
Angel kept hold of Drusilla, somewhat less awkwardly than most of his physical contact tended to be with people. Probably because his body remembered too well how to fit against hers.
"Spike wants to keep you away from me, that's what he wants."
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It wasn't really intentionally that Angel showed up mysteriously behind the awkward pair as if he materialised out of the shadows, it was just something that sort of seemed to happen on its own whenever he went places. Just like he couldn't seem to put a coat on without it swirling dramatically.
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She combed her fingers through Wesley's hair while walking away from him and over to Angel, just melting against him, head tucked against his chest. "My Angel. I like your friend. He cares too much, but he doesn't mean to destroy. Not like your old friends."
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Well, break her more.
"I like him too. He's a good friend. Have you been nice to him?"
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"How did you two meet, anyway?" Just wanted to be more involved in his friends life and learn a little more about the mystery that is Angel.
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He honestly wasn't sure about what sort of effect he may or may not have had on Spike in terms of bumps and bruises. The guy was usually pretty good at bouncing back.
Knowing full well that Dru's answer to Wes had been far from helpful, he gave his friend an awkward look, as always profoundly uncomfortable with discussing... pretty much any part of his past.
"We grew up in the same area, more or less."
And also kind of sort of... no, he couldn't say they dated, that was a term he reserved for Darla, but they sure did something.
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"When did you hurt Spike?" Better not be the hallway. Fighting on the hallway is prohibited and as hall monitor, he'll have to give them both a stern talking to.
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Angel kept hold of Drusilla, somewhat less awkwardly than most of his physical contact tended to be with people. Probably because his body remembered too well how to fit against hers.
"Spike wants to keep you away from me, that's what he wants."