Fred waves one hand in her body's confused attempt to both search for a point and actually make it, all at once. She realized she was still holding her mug of tea and placed it on the desk with no small amount of force.
"Why me? Just because we spent a night suspended on desk chairs with..." And now she was dangerously close to glossing over things. But that felt easier, in the moment. Bearable. Because to stop and think, to really consider how she could've lost any of them? How she could have lost Wesley, right when --
"Is Charles going to be taking some time off too? Or maybe Angel? He could take a little trip to Ireland. Or maybe see Buffy again? Why don't we all just back up and leave?
Because they couldn't.
The stress of the evening was finally starting to show. Wesley, suddenly, was too close. She could feel the heat radiating off him from where he leaned against her desk, just inches away. Logically, Fred knew it wasn't a horrible suggestion. There was a lot of good in it. And she did miss her folks. But on the heels of an impossibly long month and certain new understandings on her part? Her reaction wasn't logical. It was emotional. She turned to face Wesley, feelings tumbling their way into words.
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Fred waves one hand in her body's confused attempt to both search for a point and actually make it, all at once. She realized she was still holding her mug of tea and placed it on the desk with no small amount of force.
"Why me? Just because we spent a night suspended on desk chairs with..." And now she was dangerously close to glossing over things. But that felt easier, in the moment. Bearable. Because to stop and think, to really consider how she could've lost any of them? How she could have lost Wesley, right when --
"Is Charles going to be taking some time off too? Or maybe Angel? He could take a little trip to Ireland. Or maybe see Buffy again? Why don't we all just back up and leave?
Because they couldn't.
The stress of the evening was finally starting to show. Wesley, suddenly, was too close. She could feel the heat radiating off him from where he leaned against her desk, just inches away. Logically, Fred knew it wasn't a horrible suggestion. There was a lot of good in it. And she did miss her folks. But on the heels of an impossibly long month and certain new understandings on her part? Her reaction wasn't logical. It was emotional. She turned to face Wesley, feelings tumbling their way into words.
"...you don't want me here?"