[identity profile] wesleysgirl.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] reality_bends
Continued from here.

"Being hurt doesn't give me an excuse to act badly," Wesley protested. "You aren't making things more difficult. I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here."

Date: 2004-10-27 06:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com
"Someone?" Angel asked. "Or just you?" But there was a little smile, in his eyes if not on his lips.

Spike narrowed his eyes, not sure whether Angel was laughing at him. "Both, but especially me. Must kill you to be helping me when you're helping your friend."

"Actually, no," Angel said easily. "Anyway, if you boot this thing up, the website for the realtor's the main page. You can look at apartments. It's kind of cool. There are, you know, virtual tours and stuff."

"Sounds very helpful," Spike said slowly. He was still wary, but he took the laptop when Angel offered it to him. "We'll look when Wes is up."

Date: 2004-10-27 09:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com
"You think I'm up to something," Angel said. "But you're wrong. I just want... well, there really isn't anything I can do to make this up to Wesley, I know that. But I want to. If being with you is going to make him happy, and I can make that easier..."

"He means a lot to you," Spike commented after a moment. "Goes both ways." He took a breath and forced himself to do what was right. "If he wants to come back here - later on, when he's had time to think - I'm not going to stop him. Might argue a bit, but I won't say no." It was something like a deal with Angel that they wouldn't let their feelings for each other get in the way of Wesley's happiness.

"Yeah, well... good thing holding my breath isn't an issue, huh?" Angel didn't sound depressed, exactly. More resigned. "Just... do what you can to make him happy. That's what's important."

"I know it is," Spike said. "I've always felt that way about the people I love. You should know that."

Date: 2004-10-27 12:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com
Angel looked down at his hands. "Yeah, I know. Otherwise I'd be making a bigger stink about this."

"Thanks ever so," Spike drawled, although there wasn't much heat in it. "But I'll take care of him, with or without your blessing from on high."

"I didn't mean it like that," Angel said, glancing quickly up at him. "I didn't... look, just... if there's anything I can do, let me. Okay?"

Spike gestured with the laptop. "I've already taken this, and I doubt we'll say no to the jet or the windows. They'll make things a lot better for him. But you'll have to stop sometime; you can't buy your way out of the guilt."

Date: 2004-10-27 01:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com
Angel bristled immediately. "I'm not trying to buy my way out of..." He trailed off, lowering his voice and hunching his shoulders. "Okay, maybe I am. But I do want to help."

Spike glanced through the door to make sure that Wesley was still sleeping before he answered. "I know, and I'm not stupid enough not to let you."

"Thanks," Angel said sheepishly. "Look, I'll let you get back to him. I just wanted you to have this stuff."

"We both appreciate it," Spike managed to unbend enough to reply. "Especially with how hurt he is. None of this would be happening without you." It was a painful admission, but it was true.

Date: 2004-10-27 02:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com
"Tell him I stopped by. Tell him if there's anything he needs..." Angel shook his head. "Just take care of him." Clearly done with the conversation, Angel turned and started down the hallway.

Spike watched him walk away, feeling like they hadn't said everything they needed to say but at a loss for words. When Angel was out of sight, Spike went back into Wesley's room, setting the laptop on the table and pulling the blood quietly out of the bag.

Now that he was paying attention, Spike was aware that he was quite hungry as well as tired. Checking that Wesley seemed to be sleeping soundly, he wandered out and used the microwave in the nurses' kitchenette, pouring the heated blood into a styrofoam cup. He was thankful to find that it was pig mixed with a bit of something else, which tasted and smelled far enough from Wesley's blood that it didn't remind him of the previous night.

When he was done with his meal, he went back to Wesley's room and sank back into the chair that was quickly becoming home. For lack of anything better to do, he powered up the computer - cringing as it beeped loudly upon starting, although Wesley didn't seem to notice - and began to look at the flats on the web.

Date: 2004-10-27 05:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com
Unaware that Wesley was awake, Spike was standing in one of the beams of sunlight, watching his skin not smoke and burn as he tilted his hand directly in one of the beams. He was fascinated by the warm golden light and the heat it brought with it, remembering lazy afternoons sitting in the garden, trying to come up with poetry to describe the clouds. A yawn crept up on him, a product of his largely sleepless night, and he stifled it with the hand not in the sun.

Date: 2004-10-27 05:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com
Spike turned, a smile forming immediately at the sound of Wesley's voice. He was getting used to seeing Wesley so weak, but the extended periods of silence as Wesley slept and healed were wearing on him. "Some," he replied. "Less than you."

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