Conversation with Wesley

[bestbeloved]

It just seems like an evening of unavoidable Sorceror-related irritation so he might as well end it right by talking to Wesley. Or so Daniel tells himself. After all, he had spoken to Keelia and there had been no casualties

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[wesley_w_price]

It took several tries to actually get to the door from the car. A few more raising his hand and letting it fall and raising it again before he could actually knock.

Fixing...trying to fix...able to see him again...

It was too important to fuck up. Say the right things. The true things. No threat here.

He just wants his friend back.

With a sigh, Wes finally knocks.

[bestbeloved]

Daniel looks down at the worn leather of the chair he's perched on and gestures at the door with his hand. It swings open.

"Come in."

He's not sure why he's still wearing a black trenchcoat. Or why he's wearing all black. He could use some color.

And why he's thinking this now...well...heh. Anybody's guess really.

[wesley_w_price]

Impressive.

Wes steps in cautiously, looking at Daniel.

"Hi."

[bestbeloved]

Daniel looks up a little and looks at the other man for a few seconds.

"Hey," he says somewhat gruffly before climbing off the chair and sitting down on it properly.