All the Wrong Places - Part 13 To: Wesley From: TTZRCLBDXRQBGJSNBOH Hi Wesley :) > I want to thank you for encouraging Angel and I to talk last night. It was extremely awkward, and rather fraught with misunderstanding, but after a time we managed to find some common ground. I'm glad. Sometimes you have to go through the awkward to get to the common ground. > > So it was a very intense relationship but with definite boundaries you couldn't go past. Did you go past those boundaries anyway? > Unfortunately, yes. I fell in love with her, on some level at least. I didn't intend to -- never thought it possible actually, which may be why it happened, as I wasn't guarding against it. So in the end it was my own fault that things turned out the way they did. Which she hasn't failed to remind me of. No one can guard against their heart. You love where you love; it's not something we can control. So no fault is there, but there can be pain. Believe me, I get the pain of a love that disintegrates before your eyes, though least Harry's still alive last I heard. > > > You wouldn't, for example, want to start erasing files. > > I don't think I know how but even if did I wouldn't start doing damage in here like that. > No, I didn't mean to imply that you would. I was more concerned that you might inadvertently cut off one of the pathways through which you seem to be... conversing. Oh. No. There's going to be no cutting off my nose to spite my face. If, y'know, I had either nose or face. > > > A more pertinent question might be 'Do I believe it's possible to be friends the way we were?', and the answer is 'I don't think so.' What I might or might not like isn't particularly relevant. > > Answer the question anyway. Humour the disembodied formerly dead guy. > The answer is yes, and I told him so. Thank you. You're welcome. And thanks for listening and giving Angel a chance. > > > I suppose it's more a matter of whether or not you can accept that. Can you? > > Back then? There was no way. Now? Well, it's kinda a moot point. > Not at all. There's no reason to think that after you're out of there you won't be able to father children, if you care to. It's more a question of partner now. > > My suggestion probably won't sound appealing either: Deal with the things that you're brooding over. > It's so much simpler to be miserable. There, see? My sense of humor is improving by the minute. Always a good thing. Now if we can work on the miserable part too... > > Yeah. I'm trying to not think about it too much. Because I don't like to think about what Cordelia must've been feeling. > Perhaps she was fortunate and won't remember any of it. Not sure how much better that is. > > Yeah. He probably thinks a Cabbage Patch doll is a doll made from a cabbage or something. > When I mentioned it last night, he seemed entirely unaware of its existence. I'm not surprised. > I'm not sure if I should feel relieved or frightened that I'm more in touch with the world than he is. Relieved, I think. As you have had to be pretty out of it not to know about Cabbage Patch dolls. > > > > What incidents? > > > The sort that make one feel as if one isn't deserving of being cared for, I suppose. > > Is this one of those questions you don't want to answer? > Yes. Let's just say that I had an unpleasant childhood and leave it at that. Ah. > > > > Oh I've been in that place. Not a fun place to be. > > > No. Rather desperate actually. > > You still in that place? > Not at the moment, no. Good. > > That would be the voice to ignore. Throw virtual popcorn at. Heckle. Tell that voice that its mother dresses it funny and its father smells of elderberries. > We chose to drink instead, as I thought that throwing livestock in downtown L.A. might attract a bit too much attention. I s'pose it's better than "run away! run away!" > > Legitimate reason to be a peeping tom. It's kinda fun. :-) > Have you seen anything interesting? You've piqued my curiosity. Oh I've seen a few sights I'm not soon to forget. But a gentleman doesn't talk of such things. > > > My hair is like Angel's? I'm not sure that's something I particularly wanted to hear. Nor is it something that I'd realized. I'll have to do something to remedy it. > > It's not completely like his. His is a bit more... what's the word I'm looking for? > Insane? No... not quite. > > But it suits you. Really. > That doesn't reassure me at all. Now you sound like him. > > He's set up some kind of chat -- or had it set up, at least -- so we've even talked in real time. It was nice. > Yes, I'm sorry I interrupted that last night. I hope I didn't come in at a bad time. No, ya didn't. A bit earlier might have been... awkward but you timed it just right. > > Why can't they go back for you? I mean, yeah, experiences change us, but the feelings, the friends, that doesn't have to. > Currently, I'm focusing on making certain that tonight's spell goes off without a hitch. I will admit that I'm feeling more hopeful about the future than I was before last night. But I have to focus my concentration on this evening at the moment. I can't take a chance on getting this wrong. I know you'll do your best. But... if this doesn't work, it's not the end. We just have to keep looking. > > > > It's hope. Can do great things with a little of that. > > > What are you hoping for, other than getting out of there? > > Angel. > Oh. I... hadn't realized. Does it bother you? > > But I appreciate what you've been doing for me and the conversation we've been sharing. I consider you a friend now, too, even if we haven't actually met in the flesh yet.. > I appreciate you saying so. I feel the same way. We still on for that drink when I get outta here? Doyle __________ To: Doyle From: Wesley Hello Doyle. > > I want to thank you for encouraging Angel and I to talk last night. It was extremely awkward, and rather fraught with misunderstanding, but after a time we managed to find some common ground. > I'm glad. Sometimes you have to go through the awkward to get to the common ground. It's a relief, somehow, to know that we'd both like to be friends again. Even though we aren't sure what to say to each other, and there's a good deal of unpleasantness in our past... I'm hopeful. And I'm grateful that you've given me that. > > > So it was a very intense relationship but with definite boundaries you couldn't go past. Did you go past those boundaries anyway? > > Unfortunately, yes. I fell in love with her, on some level at least. I didn't intend to -- never thought it possible actually, which may be why it happened, as I wasn't guarding against it. So in the end it was my own fault that things turned out the way they did. Which she hasn't failed to remind me of. > No one can guard against their heart. You love where you love; it's not something we can control. So no fault is there, but there can be pain. Believe me, I get the pain of a love that disintegrates before your eyes, though least Harry's still alive last I heard. I didn't intend for things to get so serious, and then I didn't intend for things to go so wrong, despite the fact that I should have known better. It's strange that initially I would have insisted that there was no way for it to end but badly, and yet it came as such as surprise when it did. I resent the fact that it seems impossible for me to have a relationship that's supportive and healthy. > > > > You wouldn't, for example, want to start erasing files. > > > I don't think I know how but even if did I wouldn't start doing damage in here like that. > > No, I didn't mean to imply that you would. I was more concerned that you might inadvertently cut off one of the pathways through which you seem to be... conversing. > Oh. No. There's going to be no cutting off my nose to spite my face. If, y'know, I had either nose or face. Soon enough. We've been continuing to research the spell that seems likely to get you out of there, and there isn't any reason to think it won't work. Tonight, after we get Cordelia back -- assuming it works, and again, there's no reason at this point in time to think that it won't -- we'll be nearly prepared to get you out as well. Most likely tomorrow. So, as they say, 'hang tight.' It won't be much longer. > > > Answer the question anyway. Humour the disembodied formerly dead guy. > > The answer is yes, and I told him so. Thank you. > You're welcome. And thanks for listening and giving Angel a chance. He deserves a chance. More than one, truth be told, although there was certainly a time when I didn't care to give him one. > > > Back then? There was no way. Now? Well, it's kinda a moot point. > > Not at all. There's no reason to think that after you're out of there you won't be able to father children, if you care to. > It's more a question of partner now. Yes, I see. Although again, there are other methods by which people have children. You could use a surrogate. Or adopt, although in that case your genetic makeup wouldn't be an issue. I can't picture Angel with a child. It seems so unlikely not just because, as I'm sure you know, vampires can't have children, but also because he doesn't seem the fatherly type. I don't mean that in a negative way, and of course I could be wrong. I've never had the opportunity to see him with a small child. > > > My suggestion probably won't sound appealing either: Deal with the things that you're brooding over. > > It's so much simpler to be miserable. There, see? My sense of humor is improving by the minute. > Always a good thing. Now if we can work on the miserable part too... I'm not, really. Just feeling the pressure. > > > Yeah. I'm trying to not think about it too much. Because I don't like to think about what Cordelia must've been feeling. > > Perhaps she was fortunate and won't remember any of it. > Not sure how much better that is. Honestly, I suspect it would be preferable. If the choice is between remembering something horrible or being unaware of its existence, I'd certainly choose not to know. Cordelia might feel otherwise, of course. > > > Yeah. He probably thinks a Cabbage Patch doll is a doll made from a cabbage or something. > > When I mentioned it last night, he seemed entirely unaware of its existence. > I'm not surprised. > > I'm not sure if I should feel relieved or frightened that I'm more in touch with the world than he is. > Relieved, I think. As you have had to be pretty out of it not to know about Cabbage Patch dolls. That might be the sort of 'out of it' that's enviable. > > > That would be the voice to ignore. Throw virtual popcorn at. Heckle. Tell that voice that its mother dresses it funny and its father smells of elderberries. > > We chose to drink instead, as I thought that throwing livestock in downtown L.A. might attract a bit too much attention. > I s'pose it's better than "run away! run away!" Especially since that's rather what we've been doing for some time now. > > > Legitimate reason to be a peeping tom. It's kinda fun. :-) > > Have you seen anything interesting? You've piqued my curiosity. > Oh I've seen a few sights I'm not soon to forget. But a gentleman doesn't talk of such things. Of course not. Apparently, however, a gentleman does tease others unmercifully by hinting of interesting tales and then failing to make good. > > Yes, I'm sorry I interrupted that last night. I hope I didn't come in at a bad time. > No, ya didn't. A bit earlier might have been... awkward but you timed it just right. Angel did say something about the fact that he'd needed a drink because something the two of you were discussing was rather unpleasant. I'm glad I didn't walk into the middle of that. But it does sound as if things between the two of you are... progressing in a favorable manner? > > I will admit that I'm feeling more hopeful about the future than I was before last night. But I have to focus my concentration on this evening at the moment. I can't take a chance on getting this wrong. > I know you'll do your best. But... if this doesn't work, it's not the end. We just have to keep looking. Exactly. Failure simply isn't acceptable. > > > > > It's hope. Can do great things with a little of that. > > > > What are you hoping for, other than getting out of there? > > > Angel. > > Oh. I... hadn't realized. > Does it bother you? Does it bother me? No. Surprise me? Yes, a great deal, although I suppose it shouldn't. I mean, we are talking about Angel, after all. > We still on for that drink when I get outta here? If you're still interested, absolutely. I suspect I might not have time to talk with you again this afternoon, but I'll make sure that someone lets you know how things go, and that Cordelia has the opportunity to talk with you if she's able. - Wesley __________ To: Angel From: TTZRCLBDXRQBGJSNBOH Hi Angel :) > I actually got some sleep I think. Not a lot, but some. It feels different. Good. Want you well rested for when I get outta here. So I can in good conscience wear you out. ;-) > > > It was really good to talk to you before. > > It was. Really, really good. > Yeah. And the other thing, too. That was good. That was very good. Loved watching you. I seem to have discovered voyeuristic tendencies in myself. > > I'm always proud of you when you try reaching out and connecting. :-) > Thanks. For talking me into it. That's what I'm here for. :) > It was the right thing to do. I mean, until you said something I didn't realize that things have been as bad for him as they have. He's good at hiding it. You only see it around the edges until you come at it head on. He's a lot like you that way. > > > Maybe that's not totally true. 'Been too busy wallowing' might be. > > Well stop that. I'm sure I can give you other things to keep your mind on. > That'd be nice. Really nice. Any time you want to chat some more.... >;-) Er, that's an evil grin by the way. > > But yeah, get the apartment back if you can. > I've got someone on it now. Shouldn't be a problem. Good. > > Been picturing her reaction to my showing up hopefully in the flesh. Very entertaining pastime. Cordelia, she's always been so expressive... > Uh-huh. Sorry. I don't really know what to say. Hey, just because I'm picturing Cordelia, doesn't mean I... You're not worried about me and her are you? Because you don't have to be. > > > > So, basically, you use the gel stuff because you started sticking stuff in your hair back in the 50s and you just never stopped? > > > Uh-huh. > > Your hair's a habit then. > I guess. Are you saying it's one that needs to be broken? Because if you have any suggestions about what else I could do with it, I'm open to hearing them. Nah, I like you the way you are. Though, you'd really let me redesign your look? It must be love. > > > And yeah, actually. I do think I look kind of funny. Funny peculiar, not funny ha-ha, though I guess both apply. > > Well, having recently had a viewing of you through a camera, I can assure you that "funny" is not the first description that sprang to mind. Sexy comes to mind. > See, when you say stuff like that, I've gotta wonder whether there's something seriously wrong with my eyes. Or yours. Considering I don't have eyes at the moment... > > > > > Pretty much, yeah. I mean, you saved my ass with that whole Gem of Amarra thing. I think that's when I realized it. > > > > That I was important? > > > Yeah. That, and that some of my feelings weren't just... friendly. > > Because I helped rescued you? Cordelia and Oz did too. > I'm not sure I know what it was. The look in your eyes maybe? And how you let me smash the ring after sunset. You knew that no matter how much I wanted to keep the gem, it wasn't the right thing for me to do. And you let me do what I had to. You're the one who decided you couldn't keep the ring; you told me your reasons and there was nothing there I could argue with. I was too busy falling in love with a bonafide hero. > > Cordelia would've seen it as you really trying to make up. And that would have been enough for her to open the door to you. > Yeah! You get it. I mean, I had to do something. And I'm not good at the talking thing. I had to do something to prove to her that I was sorry. That was the only thing I could think of. It worked. :-) You can find ways of connecting even when you can't talk. > > But... maybe Wesley was mad because you didn't seem to be trying as hard to make up with him? > Huh. Maybe. He did say something about getting him flowers, I think. I didn't really get it at the time. But yeah, maybe... he acted like things were okay, but I kind of thought it was because he was the one in charge and he had to be like that. You know, kind of an alpha male thing. That and he's been taught that he's supposed to repress and deny his feelings. So he wouldn't have come out and said he was hurt. > > > > There's a reason I don't talk about that part of my life very much. > > > I get that. I've got stuff like that too. If you ever DO want to talk about it, though, I wouldn't mind. If it'd help. > > It's in the past now. Things have changed a lot since then and not just because I'm in a computer right now. > Still. If you ever want to. I won't bug you about it again, so just remember, okay? I will. Er... do you want me to talk about it? Do you want to hear it? > > > > > > Bite me. > > > > > Now you REALLY don't want me doing that. > > > > Depends on the context, I think. > > > Um... is this you being funny? Because you're not serious, right? > > Depends on what you have in mind. > Well, I'd be lying if I said I don't want to. I mean, not all the time or anything. It's not like I walk around all the time wanting to drink from everybody. But... there's kind of a connection. Between blood and sex. So that's the time I'm most tempted. But I'd NEVER do anything without you saying it was okay. You know that, right? Yeah. And not like I'm going to donate my entire volume, but a little... We'll talk about it when I get outta here. :-) > > > It's my call. Not yours. > > Pushy much? I can wait, Angel. Really. Cordelia is more important. > I hear you, and I'll take that into consideration. It's still my call. I'm not being pushy, just honest. You're just as important as Cordelia is. Thanks. But, despite not having a body, I'm alive in here, awake and aware. Cordelia's not. > > > There's nothing I'd like better than to taste every inch of your body. And I mean EVERY inch. > > You're really a very oral kinda guy, aren't ya? Not that I'm complaining, mind you. > Um, I'm a vampire. Comes with the territory. Yeah, can see that. > I think I can say with a fair amount of confidence that you'd like it. I wonder what you sound like when you beg. Gonna make me beg, huh? Could take some doing. > Can't wait to find out. Me neither. > > Angel, I saw all this before I ever met you. That's *why* we meant the Powers sent me to you. I came into this with my eyes wide open about your past. It doesn't make me feel different because I've always known. And I'm still here, aren't I? > I know. I just hadn't thought about that part of it. The sex stuff with guys, I mean, and what I did to them, and what it might be like for you to see stuff like that. I feel sick thinking about it. I can't imagine why you wouldn't. Hey, not like I'm using your past to fuel my fantasies or anything. But the you that was then isn't the you that is now. > > Seems to me, the way things went down, that her being possessed from when she came back makes the most sense. > I know. I guess I just couldn't blame her, if it was really her, for thinking those things. So I don't want to assume that it wasn't her. Stop looking for someone to beat you up over your past. > > I can't see Cordelia in her right mind doing that with Connor. She wouldn't hurt you like that. She wouldn't hurt Connor like that. > You're right. I don't know why it's so hard for me to accept that. You'd think I'd be glad, knowing it wasn't her. Maybe... because it brings alive the possibility of her really returning your feelings again? > > > And it's not as bad now. With you. And if things are going to get better with Wes. But yeah, there've been times. I mean, I don't think I'd ever let myself do it. But times when I wished? Yeah. > > Next time you wish, I wanna hear about it from you. I'll sit on you until the desire passes. > If you're going to sit on me, I think it's safe to say that'll be a fair distraction. That is the whole idea. ;-) > > > > Err you do know that copies of tapes are easy to make right? > > > But I didn't want to ASK. I didn't know what she'd done with it. I didn't want to hurt her any more than she already was. > > I wonder if she still has it. > We packed up all the stuff in the apartment, so it's gotta be in one of those boxes, if it's still around. I hadn't even thought about it. They're all at the hotel, collecting dust um, the boxes, I mean so I'll try to go through them soon. Maybe I'll be able to help. If I get outta here soon. > Unless this thing tonight works and Cordy's back, in which case I'd probably better let her go through her stuff herself. Yeah. Less chance of bloodshed that way. > Anyway, if it'd been me, I can make a pretty good guess about what I would have done. Taken it home, watched it once, then smashed it on the floor. Then hated myself for destroying it. See, that's why you make copies. Then you can destroy it and still have it to watch later. > Aren't you glad you hooked up with someone so old and mature? Yes. > Um, the sarcasm only applies to the mature thing. Since I'm actually old. Still spry though. > > Good. I'm not going anywhere. > Thanks. I might need you to remind me of that every once in a while. Any time. All the time. Whatever you need. > > > > I first read that as "we could move in together." > > > That'd be okay too, if you wanted to. > > Well, considering my apartment is probably long gone along with the rest of my stuff, I might not have a choice, least at first. Shame that. Forced on your hospitality. ;) > Plenty of room at the hotel, and you can have your own room rooms if you want. Your own space, you know? Maybe a place to put my stuff, when I get some stuff, but I don't necessarily need my own bed. > We'll figure something out. Whatever you want. If you're at the hotel, that sounds like a good place for me to start. :-) > I'm nervous about tonight. I want Cordy back, but I have no idea how she's going to react. Me neither. But any reaction will be welcome. I'm here if you want to chat, talk about your nerves. Doyle ¥ Session Ident: #angelsoffice ¥ Now talking in #angelsoffice Angel: Hey Doyle? You there? Doyle: Yeah. Hey. :-) Angel: I was going to write back to your email, then I realized 'Hey, I can do that chat thing instead.' How you doing? Doyle: Good. Better now that I'm talking to you. Angel: Yeah, me too. Wes is getting ready to do that spell thing and, well... feeling kind of restless. Doyle: I bet. Me too actually. But can't pace in here. Angel: I guess not. I was kind of hoping we could maybe distract each other for the next little while until it's time. Doyle: Sounds like a plan. :) Angel: A plan that means we need to think of something distracting to talk about. Angel: Did Wes say anything about last night? Doyle: A bit. Doyle: He said that you two both wanted to be friends, and he was glad he had hope. Angel: Huh. Yeah, that pretty much sums it up, I guess. Doyle: That and the fact you didn't know what Cabbage Patch Dolls are. Angel: Oh great, are you going to talk about that too? Like there aren't enough things I'm clueless about, you have to start making a list? Doyle: It wasn't a list just something that came up in random conversation. And your name came up. Doyle: As it tends to do in almost all of Wesley's and my conversations. Doyle: Wonder why that is. Angel: Am I supposed to know the answer to that? Doyle: Well on my end, it's probably because I love you. Angel: I guess it would be a bad idea to admit that when you say that it makes me feel good and not-so-good at the same time, huh. Doyle: It's okay. I'd rather you be honest with me. Doyle: The not-so-good because you still don't think you deserve it? Angel: Maybe. Angel: And because it seems like I hurt everyone, and I don't want to hurt you. Doyle: You haven't. Doyle: And even if you do, vampires, humans and half-demons. None of us are perfect. We're gonna make mistakes. Angel: Yeah, well, mine tend to be pretty big ones. Angel: I mean, heck, look at Cordy. Doyle: And how is that your fault? Angel: I don't know. Angel: I know that sounds stupid, I just... Doyle: Have gotten used to being the one at blame? Angel: I guess. Angel: I -- hang on. Angel: Wes is on the phone, they're all set to go. They're just waiting for me. Doyle: Oh. Doyle: Guess you've gotta go, then, huh? Angel: Not if you... do you want me to stay? Because they can do the spell without me. It'll only take me a minute to get down there, once it's done. If, you know, it works. Doyle: <long pause> Doyle: You want to be there. Go. I'll be okay. Angel: No. I want to be with you. Angel: <pause> Angel: I told Wes to call me as soon as he knows anything. Doyle: Thanks. Doyle: Not that I'd begrudge you being there to watch the spell... Doyle: but thanks. Angel: They don't need me. You do. Angel: God I'm nervous. Doyle: Me too. Angel: Tell me why? I mean... what are you worried about? Doyle: I was nervous the first time you contacted me too. But it's almost *more* with Cordelia. What with the visions and all. What do I say? 'Hi, glad you're awake. I'm back from the dead, sorry about the years of splitting migraines?' Angel: Wow, being nervous really brings out my inner... whatever bad inner thing you can have. Um, vampire, I guess. Because my first reaction was, how about 'Hi, remember how the last most important thing I did before I died was kiss you?' Angel: Anyway, Cordy's not like that. She doesn't hold a grudge, mostly. Angel: She'll yell at you once and get over it. Angel: Buy her some clothes, it worked for me. Doyle: Well I couldn't kiss *you*, after all. I'd knocked you off the platform. Angel: Yeah, thanks for that, by the way. So much better than getting kissed. Doyle: Had to do something to keep your noble fool butt away from the beacon. Angel: If I'd known you were gonna sucker punch me and sacrifice your own stupid ass, I'd have hit you first. Doyle: Yeah I know. Doyle: This would be where I say "Nyah, nyah"? Angel: And this would be where I say 'If you ever even THINK about doing something like that again, I'm gonna hit you so hard you don't wake up for a week.' Angel: I'm serious. Doyle: Yeah, yeah. Doyle: I'd do it again, y'know. Doyle: Not letting you sacrifice yourself. Angel: You'd better watch it or I'm gonna start hitting you any time I get suspicious that you're planning something. Doyle: What are you going to do, hit the computer monitor? Angel: Um... no. I think I already agreed not to do that. Angel: Just... don't, okay? Angel: I can't lose you again. Doyle: That works both ways. Doyle: I don't want to lose you either. Doyle: You don't sacrifice yourself and I won't either. Angel: Okay. Doyle: I should make you swear on your soul. Angel: You don't trust me? Doyle: Let's just say in this situation I wonder if you've got your fingers crossed. Angel: I wouldn't be able to type if I did. Angel: Anyway... I was kind of thinking we could talk about something NOT depressing. Doyle: Sure. Doyle: Er, you got a topic? Angel: Hey, you're the one that's good at talking. Angel: You think of something. Doyle: Say the first thing that pops into your mind. Angel: We'll have to take you clothes shopping when we get you out of there? Doyle: You gonna dress me? Angel: I think you're old enough to do that yourself. Besides, I'd rather take the clothes off you than put them on. Doyle: Wiseguy. I was thinking more about you picking clothes out for me. Doyle: And you can undress me whenever you want. Angel: I'll pick stuff out for you if you want me to. It might not be, you know, the height of fashion or whatever. Doyle: You do remember how I used to dress, yeah? Angel: Um. Angel: Vaguely? Angel: You always looked good to me. Doyle: Yeah? Angel: Yeah. Angel: Okay, here's a question. Boxers or briefs? Doyle: Boxers. Doyle: You? Doyle: Oh wait. I remember. Doyle: You did tend to wander around with nothing on. Angel: Hey! I have boxers. Well, some. But yeah, most of the time it's, you know... commando. Doyle: Now there's a thought to warm the cockles of a half-demon's heart. Angel: And here's another question: What the hell are cockles? I mean... they can't be what they sound like, right? Doyle: It's a shellfish thing -- I'd think you'd know this, good Irish boy that you are. Singing cockles and mussels, alive alive-o? Angel: Well yeah, but what does that have to do with your heart? Doyle: It's a bottom thing -- the cockles are at the bottom. Doyle: So if it warms the cockles of your heart it warms right to the bottom of your heart. Doyle: Er, this would be where I'd be nodding knowledgeably. Doyle: To convince you I know what I'm talking about it. Angel: It's not like I'm going to argue with you. Angel: Sounds like a good enough explanation to me. Doyle: See, this is what I like about you -- you're easy to convince. Angel: So you like me because I'm easy. Doyle: Well, yeah. Doyle: Good quality in a lover, don't ya think? Angel: Unless you prefer someone a little more feisty, yeah. I kind of like the stubborn ones, myself. Doyle: Oh, so I shouldn't give in too easily? Doyle: Though I have the sneaking suspicion if I played hard to get, you'd stop chasing. Angel: Not if I knew for sure that you were just playing. Angel: But if I wasn't sure, yeah, I probably would. Doyle: So that doesn't inspire much hard to getness, y'know. Doyle: Don't really want to take the chance of turning around and finding that you're not there. Angel: You won't. Angel: Dragging behind, maybe, yeah. Angel: But not gone. Doyle: Well, maybe I can play coy a little then. Doyle: If it'll get you hot. Angel: Just thinking about you gets me hot. I'm not sure you need to do anything special. Angel: Um, not that I'd complain. Doyle: Ya better not. Angel: What kind of stuff gets you hot? I mean... what do you like? Doyle: To keep with the theme being chased does something for me, gotta say. Doyle: Since I've usually been the one doing the chasing. Doyle: With less catching than I'd like to admit. Angel: You feel like you're doing that again here, don't you. You do know that it's not I'm not like this because I don't want you. I'm... insecure. Doyle: I dunno watching you come because you're talking to me seems pretty much a definitive catching situation. Doyle: You're caught. Doyle: Get used to it. Angel: I can't really think of very many things I'd like better. Angel: You doing okay? Doyle: Yeah. Really. Doyle: Though talking with you helps. Angel: You wanna talk about, you know... the future? Once you're out of there and stuff, I mean? Doyle: Sure. Angel: Were you serious when you said you'd stay at the hotel? Because you don't have to. You can stay anywhere you want. Doyle: Is that where you're living? Angel: Yeah. Angel: I could pretty much stay anywhere I wanted, too, but... Doyle: It's familiar? Angel: Yeah. Somewhere along the way it got to feeling like home. Doyle: That's good. Doyle: Everyone needs someplace they feel comfortable. Angel: Not to mention it was less work not to have to move. Plus... well, it's where Connor was a baby. We kept his formula in the fridge, he slept on the bed with me and Cordy sometimes... Doyle: You and Cordelia were sleeping together? Angel: Not like that. Connor liked her, and sometimes if I couldn't get him to sleep, she'd lie down on the other side of him. Sent him off to dreamland every time. Angel: And yeah, then sometimes she and I'd both fall asleep too. But there wasn't any, you know, touching. Angel: You don't think I would have said something about it by now? Doyle: Well you keep saying you're not good at this talking thing... Doyle: And you do have a habit of blocking out things that you've written off... Doyle: And maybe I'm just that insecure. Doyle: Specially where Cordelia's concerned. Angel: Sorry. Angel: I mean that. I am sorry. And if you and she want to... if that's what would make you both happy, I can live with that. Doyle: You really are an idiot sometimes aren't you? Doyle: I'm insecure because *she* may want *you*. Angel: Oh. Angel: Yeah, that'd be a problem. Angel: But seriously, I don't think it's an issue. I don't think she does, and even if she did... stuff's different now. Doyle: So if Cordelia comes back, declares her love for you and does the Cordelia equivalent of throwing herself at you.... Angel: I'll need you to help me figure out how to let her down easy. Doyle: You're sure? Angel: I love you, you know. Doyle: I know. Doyle: But you didn't answer the question. Angel: I... don't know. Angel: I want to be able to tell you that it'd be easy for me to turn her away, but... I'm not sure. Angel: Which doesn't mean I don't love you and want you. Because I do. A lot. Doyle: I know. And I get it, really. Doyle: Cordelia is... Angel: Yeah. Angel: What if she said she wanted YOU? Angel: What would you do? Doyle: I... Whoa. Angel: What? Angel: Are you okay? Doyle: I'm not sure. Did the power just flicker or something? Angel: Not that I noticed. Unless maybe the magic they're working down there in the medical wing is doing something to part of the system? Doyle: Maybe. Doyle: Guess that means they've started. Angel: Yeah. You sure you're okay? Doyle: Yeah. I think so. Yeah. Doyle: It was just... weird for a second there. Angel: You want me to call down there and see what's going on? Maybe they should stop, if it's doing something to the computer system... Doyle: No! Don't stop it. If this can get Cordelia back... Angel: But if it's gonna fuck with you being okay, we could postpone it. Do it somewhere else, not in the building, you know? Doyle: If they've started, there's no telling what could happen if they stop. It's okay. Really. I'm fine. Angel: Okay, just keep talking to me or I'm gonna get worried. Doyle: What do you want me to talk about? Angel: Anything. I don't care. Angel: Um... food? Angel: People like to talk about food, right? Doyle: I guess. Doyle: Is this like a virtual date in reverse? We had the virtual sex last time and now it's the virtual dinner? Doyle: You feed me and then expect me to put out... Whoa. Angel: Okay, now you're really starting to freak me out. Doyle: I think I may be starting to freak mysel-- Whoa. Doyle: Okay, this is definitely... Doyle: Ang ¥ Doyle has left #angelsoffice Angel: Doyle? Angel: Doyle? Come on. Angel: Shit. Next Part Main Page Send Feedback