That's dumb. ( she huffs in annoyance. not at him, but at being wrong. and he's not what she's calling dumb. or that he's old and remembers what words are. but numbers and definitions are dumb. ) Okay then mister smarty pants, how many is many? ( she asks, mostly just to be a wise-ass and see if he knows. which he probably does because it's Angel, and like Giles, he really is filled with useless facts. and a lot of important, need to know facts, too.
thinks the girl filled with tons of pop culture knowledge.
suddenly there's a tension, sexual tension for a change with them, in the air so thick you could cut it with a knife. it's not just her feeling it, too. she knows if she looks up right now and meets his eyes, she'll see the same want ─ the same desire there, burning just as bright, and whatever resolve she has would snap like a twig in a hurricane and they won't need the city to do a goddamn thing to them; they'll throw themselves overboard and drown together.
as much as she wants to lose herself in him, and him in her, she knows they can't. they're not allowed the luxury of finding peace in one another. so instead she chokes on the feeling until it's safe to look up at him, sadly and apologetically.
which lingers at the mention of, who she can only assume is Doyle, again. her hand reaching out to wrap around his and squeeze is done without thought. she might not be able to comfort him how either of them wants, but like this ─ she can offer some small measure of solace. )
I'm sorry about your friend. I can stay, if you wanna talk about him? If you don't then, I'm just many floors away. ( she smiles, injecting a little light humor into the topic so as not to make him feel worse. something she's done a bang-up job as of late.
like always, Buffy is like a sponge, soaking up the compliment and the pride Angel reflects her way. though with a little more modesty than normal. blushing and shrugging like it's no real biggie. though the former had more to do with Xander than herself, if she really thinks about it. ) I just figured whatever Giles was writing about me, if he was writing anything at all, was that I was a terrible listener and refused to abide by his rules and ascension, huh? ( she blinks up at him, clearly having no clue what he's talking about. ) Who's ascending, or who tried to ascend? Also, what?
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thinks the girl filled with tons of pop culture knowledge.
suddenly there's a tension, sexual tension for a change with them, in the air so thick you could cut it with a knife. it's not just her feeling it, too. she knows if she looks up right now and meets his eyes, she'll see the same want ─ the same desire there, burning just as bright, and whatever resolve she has would snap like a twig in a hurricane and they won't need the city to do a goddamn thing to them; they'll throw themselves overboard and drown together.
as much as she wants to lose herself in him, and him in her, she knows they can't. they're not allowed the luxury of finding peace in one another. so instead she chokes on the feeling until it's safe to look up at him, sadly and apologetically.
which lingers at the mention of, who she can only assume is Doyle, again. her hand reaching out to wrap around his and squeeze is done without thought. she might not be able to comfort him how either of them wants, but like this ─ she can offer some small measure of solace. )
I'm sorry about your friend. I can stay, if you wanna talk about him? If you don't then, I'm just many floors away. ( she smiles, injecting a little light humor into the topic so as not to make him feel worse. something she's done a bang-up job as of late.
like always, Buffy is like a sponge, soaking up the compliment and the pride Angel reflects her way. though with a little more modesty than normal. blushing and shrugging like it's no real biggie. though the former had more to do with Xander than herself, if she really thinks about it. ) I just figured whatever Giles was writing about me, if he was writing anything at all, was that I was a terrible listener and refused to abide by his rules and ascension, huh? ( she blinks up at him, clearly having no clue what he's talking about. ) Who's ascending, or who tried to ascend? Also, what?