A room in the Arms Hotel, Sunday Night

[notstakedyet]

Angel was alone and brooding. He was brooding broodily in a broodily brooding sort of fashion. There were even dramatic shadows that fell across his face to help set the appropriately broodily brooding tone. He was also staring at a spot some distance away from him in a very intent yet brooding way

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[marsheadtilt]

It had not been an easy decision, but Veronica finally decided that Angel deserved to know the truth about Logan.

She had no ulterior motives in sharing the pictures she had taken the night before. It wasn't like Logan had dumped her for Angel or anything.

After a commercial break few moments of hesitation, she knocked lightly on Angel's door.

[notstakedyet]

A knock! Who could it be? Okay it was totally Veronica since Angel was still a vampire and he could smell her and also he knew what her heartbeat sounded like. But even so! Angel turned his head, staring at the door for a good long moment while somewhere there came the sound of an organ playing notes in an ominous minor key.

Finally he went over to the door. He stood beside it, placing one hand flat against it as he pondered the huge weight of everything that could happen by opening the door to whatever Fate might bring.

Still later he opened the door. He stared at Veronica and said "You!"

[marsheadtilt]

"Yes, Angel, it's me," Veronica said, carefully gazing at a spot over his shoulder. "May I come in? I have some rather... troubling news I must share with you."

[notstakedyet]

"No! It can't be! I don't know if I'm ready to hear - " Angel took a few steps away and stared at a mote of dust in the air " - it."