Wes shifted closer, leaning against the desk next to Fred but not so close as to be touching her.
"Better than being numb," he murmured in agreement. It was how he'd felt about losing Cordelia and the sentiment hadn't changed. "Although, I think the shock of it is still...it hasn't quite dissipated yet."
Glancing over at Fred, he couldn't help but see the wire marks on her throat. They would fade within a day or two, but the redness was stark and angry against her lovely pale skin. For a jarring moment, he almost wished Lawson wasn't dusted, just so that he could have the privilege himself of ending the vampire's undead life.
She was right, it hurt. In so many ways. But somehow it was the sort of hurt which reminded him that he was alive, and that time was so very short. Especially for those who didn't have a preternatural safety net to fall back on. But he knew in his heart that both he and Fred didn't want that. Were proud of what they'd achieved with the limitations and gifts they'd been born with.
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"Better than being numb," he murmured in agreement. It was how he'd felt about losing Cordelia and the sentiment hadn't changed. "Although, I think the shock of it is still...it hasn't quite dissipated yet."
Glancing over at Fred, he couldn't help but see the wire marks on her throat. They would fade within a day or two, but the redness was stark and angry against her lovely pale skin. For a jarring moment, he almost wished Lawson wasn't dusted, just so that he could have the privilege himself of ending the vampire's undead life.
She was right, it hurt. In so many ways. But somehow it was the sort of hurt which reminded him that he was alive, and that time was so very short. Especially for those who didn't have a preternatural safety net to fall back on. But he knew in his heart that both he and Fred didn't want that. Were proud of what they'd achieved with the limitations and gifts they'd been born with.
"I'm glad you're still here, Fred."