Three men. One room. Only one will get out alive... but then only one went in that way.

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Spike relaxed just slightly at Wesley's words, although he was still just one rude comment away from launching himself at Angel's throat.

"I don't think I'm ever going to be able to get used to the idea," Angel said. "I know you're upset about what happened, but that doesn't mean you should settle for - "

"You are such an arrogant prick, you know that?" Spike interrupted before Angel could get any further into uncomfortable territory. "I know it's hard to get new thoughts through that thick skull of yours, but one of these centuries you're going to have to face the fact that other people actually like me. Some of them even love me."

"I'm just saying he has a pattern when he's unhappy of getting involved in relationships that can't go anywhere." There was a satisfied gleam in Angel's eyes that Spike didn't like at all.

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Wesley stayed calm. He had to. "This relationship is going somewhere."

"You really think so?" Angel asked.

It was very difficult not to stand up and walk out, which was what Wesley really wanted to do. "Yes. I do." It was difficult to say the words with conviction when, in reality, there were moments when Wesley was anything but sure. "And so does Spike." He turned to look at Spike, needing confirmation.

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"No, of course not," Wesley said, upset that Spike was upset and that it didn't seem there was anything he could do about it. "But I can't make him stop, can I? What do you want me to do?"

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"You can make things up to me by being good to them," Wesley said, the words simple because Angel knew what he was talking about. It seemed cruel to say that he couldn't imagine coming back, so he didn't.

"I'll try," Angel said.

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"Well, they don't like guns as much as Wesley does," Angel said, almost as if it were a peace offering. "If it'd make you feel better, I'd let you shoot me."

Wesley blinked. "No," he said slowly. "I don't think that would make me feel better."

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"No, I'll wait, thank you," Wesley said, taking his cue from Spike and Angel. It might not be a bad thing for the others to have at least one drink under their belts before they found out, he thought -- it might make the experience a little less... raw.

The waitress nodded and went off.

Wesley gestured at the chair he'd been using. "Fred?"

"Oh," Fred said, moving over and sitting down. "Thanks."

Lorne claimed a chair as well, and Gunn glanced around and then took a few steps over toward the small stack of chairs in the corner of the room behind the door, taking one and handing it to Wesley. "Looks like they got the count wrong," Gunn offered.

Angel cleared his throat. "No," he said. "Actually, I wasn't supposed to be here."