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[not_typical]

I wish Angel would have thought to tell me where to get a good cage in Paris. Trying to find one on my own was embarrassing enough. Lying to Jill about what I was doing made me feel even worse. Most of the time she thought that I was spending the night with someone. I made up as many decent excuses as I could think of, but sometimes, you just have

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[the_prodigal]

When did I stop being an authority figure around here? Does my word mean nothing anymore? I might not be CEO of Wolfram & Hart anymore, but I still think my opinions, not to mention my decisions, should count for something. Apparently, I'm the only one who thinks so. Spike yanked Harmony just before I was able to find out exactly why she thought it was a good idea to turn up on my doorstep, and as far as I knew, Cordelia was preoccupied talking to the two of them. Who knew where Wesley had got to

[not_typical]

"Hello?"I must have spent ten quiet seconds just thinking about the fact that Angel was on the other end of the line. When Angel gave me the tickets, I never expected to him from him again. I wished that I would; that I'd be looking at a beautiful painting and not notice him standing behind me until he had his arms wrapped around me. Every woman hopes that her hero will show up to sweep her off of her feet. Most of us are smart enough to know that it won't happen, but it doesn't stop us from wanting it

[the_prodigal]

"Hey, I heard you called. ... And I'm glad that you did. I was worried about you."

... she's being nice. That's only making this harder.

I like Nina. I don't feel about her the way she would like me to, I'll admit... but I like her. She's a nice person. I know that whatever I have to say will only hurt her, no matter how much I try to soften the blow. We both knew from the start that our feelings for each other were very, very different. I don't know if I ever really wanted her... for a little while there, I might have needed her, but need and want are two completely different things.

I know I can't give Nina what she wants from me. I've always known that. There's no way to avoid hurting her with this.

I hate that.

"It's been... an interesting time on this end," I told her honestly. I didn't want to have to explain to her about all that had really happened -- the fighting, the dying, the rising from the dead. It was all too complicated. This situation didn't need any more complications than it already had.

"... how's Paris?"

[not_typical]

"It's been... an interesting time on this end."

Interesting. He must have picked that word because I wouldn't have any idea about what it could mean. It's so broad. Life is interesting. Death is interesting. Getting your ass kicked by your former boss could also be interesting if you wanted it badly enough. When I left, Angel wanted to pick a fight.

I wanted him to pick me. He wanted the violence. That's what I get for dating a vampire.

"Are you okay?"

I won't ask him what happened. Angel would tell me if he wanted to. And I'd be prying if I tried to get an answer out of him that he didn't want to give me. Something tells me I wouldn't be good at it either. He's never had a hard time of changing subjects around me. I think he likes it that way...I'm not a part of his word. When I tried to make him a part of mine, I failed, left, and thought I would never hear from him again.

He sent me away, I figured that meant we were done.

"... how's Paris?"

"It's nice. It could be better."

You could be here with me.