Angel and Lorne were caught up in the arrival of a newcomer. Well, new to me...but I guess not so new to them. They seemed rather fidgety at his appearance, and believe me I know all about fidgeting
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"You've got to be tired Cordy. Well, maybe not tired since you have been sleeping an awful lot. So maybe....bored of the lobby is a better way to say...what I mean is... Lorne and I put together a new room for you a while back. Would you like to see it?"
A new room? I smiled to her, grateful that they'd cared enough to decorate for me, (although I did have a few reservations about that one) because it meant that they'd actualy believed that I was going to wake up.
Unlike Angel, who was looking at me like I was hot pretty female version of Jacob Marley. And sure, I couldn't blame him; but it was nice to know that someone had planned on me coming home sooner or later.
I took the stairs slowly, just happy to have Cordy walking next to me. I kept looking over at her and grinning....I hope that she didn't mind. I had missed her even more than I thought I did, if that was even possible.
But...I felt that way. So I guess it was.
"It all started when....," I started, trying to decide what to say. "What I mean is that Lorne and I figured that when we woke you up you wouldn't want the room you had used before." When she was Jasmine as Cordy, and then she was in the coma. I think she understood what I was trying to say. "I don't know how much you remember after....but there was some scarey serious worship happening over you, and not the kind from Pylea either. You know, with the crown and everything. This time around there was a lot more blood."
Had I just said that to Cordy? I knew that I missed talking to her, she had always been the one that I talked to. But could I talk to her about....her? I wasn't sure. Angel and I had cut her, hurt her. It wasn't that I wanted Cordy to tell me
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I looked around the room, but didn't move from my place in the doorway. On some level, I didn't want to walk in and lower the quality of the room, because it was everything that I wanted, and not what I was expecting at all.
It was perfect, and that was the only word for it. My comforter was on the bed, my pictures of our friends were on the nightstand, she'd even managed to find my favorite slippers.
"I love it."
I smiled, and finally worked up the nerve to walk in, when an old hat 'floated' over to me.
"Oh Cordy," I echoed impulsivley, reached over to hug her again. I couldn't seem to stop myself...no matter how hard I tried.
"I love it."
"Oh good," I breathed a sigh of relief, happier that I could say. "I don't wanna say I worked a long time on it, I wish we could I could say I just though it together....but but I had wanted it to be perfect."
I turned to smile at Cordy.
"But that is when Lorne found me a little worked up and talked to me and said something about perfect not being what you were looking for, which I think I get.....well, now I get it."
"I missed you too Dennis."
I still stood in the doorway to her room, just watching Cordy smile.
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A new room? I smiled to her, grateful that they'd cared enough to decorate for me, (although I did have a few reservations about that one) because it meant that they'd actualy believed that I was going to wake up.
Unlike Angel, who was looking at me like I was hot pretty female version of Jacob Marley. And sure, I couldn't blame him; but it was nice to know that someone had planned on me coming home sooner or later.
"Lead the way."
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I took the stairs slowly, just happy to have Cordy walking next to me. I kept looking over at her and grinning....I hope that she didn't mind. I had missed her even more than I thought I did, if that was even possible.
But...I felt that way. So I guess it was.
"It all started when....," I started, trying to decide what to say. "What I mean is that Lorne and I figured that when we woke you up you wouldn't want the room you had used before." When she was Jasmine as Cordy, and then she was in the coma. I think she understood what I was trying to say. "I don't know how much you remember after....but there was some scarey serious worship happening over you, and not the kind from Pylea either. You know, with the crown and everything. This time around there was a lot more blood."
Had I just said that to Cordy? I knew that I missed talking to her, she had always been the one that I talked to. But could I talk to her about....her? I wasn't sure. Angel and I had cut her, hurt her. It wasn't that I wanted Cordy to tell me ( ... )
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I looked around the room, but didn't move from my place in the doorway. On some level, I didn't want to walk in and lower the quality of the room, because it was everything that I wanted, and not what I was expecting at all.
It was perfect, and that was the only word for it. My comforter was on the bed, my pictures of our friends were on the nightstand, she'd even managed to find my favorite slippers.
"I love it."
I smiled, and finally worked up the nerve to walk in, when an old hat 'floated' over to me.
"I missed you too Dennis."
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"Oh Cordy," I echoed impulsivley, reached over to hug her again. I couldn't seem to stop myself...no matter how hard I tried.
"I love it."
"Oh good," I breathed a sigh of relief, happier that I could say. "I don't wanna say I worked a long time on it, I wish we could I could say I just though it together....but but I had wanted it to be perfect."
I turned to smile at Cordy.
"But that is when Lorne found me a little worked up and talked to me and said something about perfect not being what you were looking for, which I think I get.....well, now I get it."
"I missed you too Dennis."
I still stood in the doorway to her room, just watching Cordy smile.
"We all missed you Cordelia."
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