(Untitled)

[__angel]

After we dropped Faith off, I wondered if we were going to stay, but they seemed to have it taken care of. I wanted to make sure she was alright and then get blood, I was needing it, the smell of Faith's blood was getting to me and I had to close my eyes, clenching my teeth to try to fight it. It's been so long. When we dropped them off at the

Comments

[buffyshaped]

I followed Angel up to his apartment clutching the container of pigs blood we had picked up from the local butcher. Angel looked so worn and tired I could only think about what I could do to make him feel better

[__angel]

When we got inside, I looked around and it was weird, but everything was just ... familiar. Maybe that was because Buffy was with me and with her anything could be familiar. Walking over to the window when I saw her going into the kitchen ... to make me blood, I frowned, looking over what I could of the city. I was actually surprised that Buffy was doing this for me, then again, I wasn't

[buffyshaped]

"So, yeah, you should ... get back, or ... am I going with you?"

In my mind there was never a question but than I realized that Angel might need his rest more than anything.

“That is up to you, do you think you can handle me,.. I mean can you handle the physical exertion.” Everything I said sounded so dirty in my head, what was wrong with me? I watched Angel as he held his now empty cup of blood; he had no blood on his lips or his clothes. He was always a clean eater and that was why I could sit here and think about kissing him even knowing what he had just consumed.

[__angel]

I thought that she wanted to be here, but now I'm thinking differently. When she's nervous, she says weird things, that's just who she is and they're getting more and more weirder. She doesn't want to be here and I make her nervous. Fine, I'll give her space, I mean, I've only been giving her space for ten years now. No big deal to keep giving her space.

Except it is a big deal.

"You know what?" I say, looking up at her, then setting the cup on the counter. "I think I'll stay here, get ... get myself so I can handle physical exertion, I'm not good to you right now anyway." Apparently, I never was.