[ he almost can't get the sentence out while trying to keep a straight face - and failing spectacularly - but manages to say, ] More than a few.
[ Angel shrugs at the offer to talk, not refusing, but not particularly feeling like talking. he squeezes her hand back though, and when he opens his mouth, with no real clue what he's going to say (but with a vague thought of politely refusing), what comes out is a surprise. ] I think you would've liked him. He was...good. Sweet. And kind of a horndog. [ he adds wryly. he looks down, watching as he brushes his thumb over Buffy's knuckles. ] It was just— I went to bed afterward, and woke up here. I didn't get a chance to— to figure anything out. He had a crush on Cordelia, but didn't want to say anything, because he was half-demon. Also, he wasn't rich, famous, or fashionable, which I think would've weighed against him more than the demon part. He was Irish, and—it was nice, hearing it again. [ he knows his descriptions are all over the place, jumping back and forth without any real coherence, but how do you sum up a whole person, succinctly? ] He was my friend, [ he agrees quietly, ] and I'm not...really used to that. Let alone losing one.
[ Angel shakes his head at her self-observation. now he remembers, she said it was just after christmas for her. before her birthday. before Giles put her through the cruciamentium, and was fired for revealing it to her. Angel didn't need to hear about it to already know the affection the older man has toward her. ] Maybe, somewhere. But even when he's complaining about you in those journals, I bet he wrote about how independent you are. How resourceful. How your being unconventional has led to your success.
[ and of course she had to ask about the ascension, which makes him grimace. but telling her here isn't going to change anything when she goes back - and he knows she'll get back, because he was there. right. ] The Mayor. Ascension is... when a being ascends, transforms, into a full demon. Not the kind you fight now, but an Old One, not tainted with mortal blood. You rally the whole school, all the students join the fight. It's— well, Mel certainly has reason to sing your praises, for that alone. It was pretty awe-inspiring.
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[ Angel shrugs at the offer to talk, not refusing, but not particularly feeling like talking. he squeezes her hand back though, and when he opens his mouth, with no real clue what he's going to say (but with a vague thought of politely refusing), what comes out is a surprise. ] I think you would've liked him. He was...good. Sweet. And kind of a horndog. [ he adds wryly. he looks down, watching as he brushes his thumb over Buffy's knuckles. ] It was just— I went to bed afterward, and woke up here. I didn't get a chance to— to figure anything out. He had a crush on Cordelia, but didn't want to say anything, because he was half-demon. Also, he wasn't rich, famous, or fashionable, which I think would've weighed against him more than the demon part. He was Irish, and—it was nice, hearing it again. [ he knows his descriptions are all over the place, jumping back and forth without any real coherence, but how do you sum up a whole person, succinctly? ] He was my friend, [ he agrees quietly, ] and I'm not...really used to that. Let alone losing one.
[ Angel shakes his head at her self-observation. now he remembers, she said it was just after christmas for her. before her birthday. before Giles put her through the cruciamentium, and was fired for revealing it to her. Angel didn't need to hear about it to already know the affection the older man has toward her. ] Maybe, somewhere. But even when he's complaining about you in those journals, I bet he wrote about how independent you are. How resourceful. How your being unconventional has led to your success.
[ and of course she had to ask about the ascension, which makes him grimace. but telling her here isn't going to change anything when she goes back - and he knows she'll get back, because he was there. right. ] The Mayor. Ascension is... when a being ascends, transforms, into a full demon. Not the kind you fight now, but an Old One, not tainted with mortal blood. You rally the whole school, all the students join the fight. It's— well, Mel certainly has reason to sing your praises, for that alone. It was pretty awe-inspiring.