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All the Wrong Places - Part 37
To: Doyle
From: Angel
Hi Doyle,
I don't know if you'll get this before you go into the office, but Wes just left and I
couldn't sleep and... well. I wanted you to hear it from me, even though by now you've
probably already heard it from him...
We, you know... fucked. Me and Wes, I mean. You already know that you and I did --
got proof of that, which, believe me, I'm still feeling pretty stunned about. We -- me and Wes
-- were talking, and we had a couple of drinks, and then the next thing you knew we
were kissing. And it was good, and I know you wanted that for us, but I still feel weird about
it. Like I need you to tell me it's okay.
Is he okay?
- Angel
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To: Angel
From: Doyle
Hi Angel,
Wes is asleep and I think I slept too much earlier as I'm wide awake. But it's not a bad
thing since I got this now instead of the morning.
> We, you know... fucked. Me and Wes, I mean. You already know that you
and I did -- got proof of that, which, believe me, I'm still feeling
pretty stunned about. We -- me and Wes -- were talking, and we had a
couple of drinks, and then the next thing you knew we were kissing. And
it was good, and I know you wanted that for us, but I still feel weird
about it. Like I need you to tell me it's okay.
It's okay. Really. A bit faster than I thought, but there's nothing wrong with
that. And you always were one to get on with things once you put your mind to
it, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised.
> Is he okay?
He's fine. Like I said, he's asleep, seems you wore him out.
How are you doing?
Doyle
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To: Doyle
From: Angel
Hi Doyle.
> Wes is asleep and I think I slept too much earlier as I'm wide awake.
But it's not a bad thing since I got this now instead of the morning.
I almost shut the computer off a couple of minutes ago. I was just kind of sitting
here thinking. Now I'm glad I was. This place feels really empty without you here.
> > We, you know... fucked. Me and Wes, I mean. You already know that you
and I did -- got proof of that, which, believe me, I'm still feeling
pretty stunned about. We -- me and Wes -- were talking, and we had a
couple of drinks, and then the next thing you knew we were kissing. And
it was good, and I know you wanted that for us, but I still feel weird
about it. Like I need you to tell me it's okay.
> It's okay. Really. A bit faster than I thought, but there's nothing
wrong with that. And you always were one to get on with things once
you put your mind to it, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised.
Shouldn't be? Does that mean you are?
This is so... I don't know, confusing. Not bad, but confusing. Because I love you, and I
want to be with you, and you love Wes, and... anyway, you know what I mean.
> > Is he okay?
> He's fine. Like I said, he's asleep, seems you wore him out.
How are you doing?
I think confused pretty much covers it.
What about you?
- Angel
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To: Angel
From: Doyle
Hi Angel
> I almost shut the computer off a couple of minutes ago. I was just kind
of sitting here thinking. Now I'm glad I was. This place feels really
empty without you here.
I miss you too.
> > It's okay. Really. A bit faster than I thought, but there's nothing
wrong with that. And you always were one to get on with things once
you put your mind to it, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised.
> Shouldn't be? Does that mean you are?
Yeah. Not that it happened so much; even when I was still stuck in W&H's computers
I could see the sexual tension between you two. I just thought it would
take longer for you to act on it.
> This is so... I don't know, confusing. Not bad, but confusing. Because
I love you, and I want to be with you, and you love Wes, and... anyway,
you know what I mean.
Yeah I do. We're all trying to feel our way through this I think. Well, I am,
I'm assuming no one handed Wes a road map to the situation since he fell asleep.
Although with Cordy hovering around, ya never know.
> > How are you doing?
> I think confused pretty much covers it.
What about you?
I'm okay. Weird, isn't it? You'd think I'd feel at least a little worried about maybe being
left out now, but I don't. Guess I really am over the old insecurities I had before.
Doyle
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To: Doyle
From: Angel
Hi Doyle.
> > I almost shut the computer off a couple of minutes ago. I was just kind
of sitting here thinking. Now I'm glad I was. This place feels really
empty without you here.
> I miss you too.
Thanks. It's good to know that.
> > > It's okay. Really. A bit faster than I thought, but there's nothing
wrong with that. And you always were one to get on with things once
you put your mind to it, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised.
> > Shouldn't be? Does that mean you are?
> Yeah. Not that it happened so much; even when I was still stuck in
W&H's computers I could see the sexual tension between you
two. I just thought it would take longer for you to act on it.
I don't even know how it happened. One minute we were having a drink and trying to
talk, and the next thing you know... well, our clothes were on the floor.
> > This is so... I don't know, confusing. Not bad, but confusing. Because
I love you, and I want to be with you, and you love Wes, and... anyway,
you know what I mean.
> Yeah I do. We're all trying to feel our way through this I think.
Well, I am, I'm assuming no one handed Wes a road map to the situation
since he fell asleep. Although with Cordy hovering around, ya never
know.
I'd really appreciate a road map about now. Even if all it did was tell us we were ON
the right road. Not that it doesn't feel like we could be.
> > > How are you doing?
> > I think confused pretty much covers it.
What about you?
> I'm okay. Weird, isn't it? You'd think I'd feel at least a little
worried about maybe being left out now, but I don't. Guess I really am
over the old insecurities I had before.
I don't think either of us wants you to feel left out. You just tell us what you need, and
we'll figure out a way to give it to you.
Love you.
- Angel
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To: Angel
From: Doyle
Hi Angel,
> > > I almost shut the computer off a couple of minutes ago. I was just kind
of sitting here thinking. Now I'm glad I was. This place feels really
empty without you here.
> > I miss you too.
> Thanks. It's good to know that.
Hopefully we'll be able to fix that soon so no one's missing anyone.
> > Yeah. Not that it happened so much; even when I was still stuck in
W&H's computers I could see the sexual tension between you
two. I just thought it would take longer for you to act on it.
> I don't even know how it happened. One minute we were having a drink
and trying to talk, and the next thing you know... well, our clothes
were on the floor.
Sounds like you two just reached full boil at the same time.
Would it be completely pervy to ask you to tell me about it?
> > Yeah I do. We're all trying to feel our way through this I think.
Well, I am, I'm assuming no one handed Wes a road map to the situation
since he fell asleep. Although with Cordy hovering around, ya never
know.
> I'd really appreciate a road map about now. Even if all it did was tell
us we were ON the right road. Not that it doesn't feel like we could be.
I don't think life is like that -- visions and friends who are higher powers aside. We're
all stumbling around in the dark trying to find the right path.
Does feel like this might be it though.
> > > What about you?
> > I'm okay. Weird, isn't it? You'd think I'd feel at least a little
worried about maybe being left out now, but I don't. Guess I really am
over the old insecurities I had before.
> I don't think either of us wants you to feel left
out. You just tell us
what you need, and we'll figure out a way to give it to you. See, you and Wes both saying things like that, and my lack of worry is
more understandable.
> Love you.
Love you too.
Doyle
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To: Doyle
From: Angel
Hi, Doyle. Why are you still up? Actually, don't answer that, because as soon as I send
this, I'm going to bed. Wes wore me out, too, and if I go to bed you won't have anyone to talk
to and YOU'LL have to go to bed, which you should do.
> > > I miss you too.
> > Thanks. It's good to know that.
> Hopefully we'll be able to fix that soon so no one's missing anyone.
You think? The last thing I want to do is encroach upon Wes' territory, which, okay, makes
it sound like we're two dogs in some kind of pissing contest over you, which really isn't
the case. Really. But I don't want him to feel like I'm coming into space that's HIS.
> > I don't even know how it happened. One minute we were having a drink
and trying to talk, and the next thing you know... well, our clothes
were on the floor.
> Sounds like you two just reached full boil at the same time.
Would it be completely pervy to ask you to tell me about it?
COMPLETELY pervy? No.
Basically, we kissed, I went down on him, then I fucked him on the desk. Yeah,
downstairs. Then we moved upstairs, and we talked some more, then had sex in the bed, the
shower, the bed, then I think the bed again. There might have been one more time in there that
I'm forgetting. It was good. I'd almost forgotten what it was like to have sex with another man.
Which is not what I meant, because you still are. I just mean the parts, you know?
> > I'd really appreciate a road map about now. Even if all it did was tell
us we were ON the right road. Not that it doesn't feel like we could be.
> I don't think life is like that -- visions and friends who are higher
powers aside. We're all stumbling around in the dark trying to find
the right path.
Does feel like this might be it though.
I really, really hope it is. The three of us... we kind of fit. I think. I hope.
> > > I'm okay. Weird, isn't it? You'd think I'd feel at least a little
worried about maybe being left out now, but I don't. Guess I really am
over the old insecurities I had before.
> > I don't think either of us wants you to feel left out. You just tell us
what you need, and we'll figure out a way to give it to you.
> See, you and Wes both saying things like that, and my lack of worry is
more understandable.
We want what's best for you. Both of us. Don't forget that.
> > Love you.
> Love you too.
If you love me, go get some sleep.
I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay? Good night, Doyle.
- Angel
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To: Angel
From: Doyle
Hi Angel
> Why are you still up? Actually, don't answer that, because
as soon as I send this, I'm going to bed. Wes wore me out, too, and if
I go to bed you won't have anyone to talk to and YOU'LL have to go to
bed, which you should do.
I'm not really sure why I'm still up. But I keep finding myself wide awake in
the middle of the night. The wee one taking after her father's nocturnal ways
maybe.
But don't worry, I make up any lack of sleep in naps during the day. Pretty much whether
I want to or not. I close my eyes for a minute and next thing I know it's an hour later and
I'm waking up trying to pretend that isn't a drool stain on your desk.
Speaking of, guess you'll be wanting your office back, huh?
> > Hopefully we'll be able to fix that soon so no one's missing anyone.
> You think? The last thing I want to do is encroach upon Wes' territory,
which, okay, makes it sound like we're two dogs in some kind of pissing
contest over you, which really isn't the case. Really. But I don't want
him to feel like I'm coming into space that's HIS.
Most dogs who were in a pissing contest don't spend evenings doing what you two did.
I don't know how I feel about being considered someone's territory. I'll have to think
about that some more.
> COMPLETELY pervy? No.
Basically, we kissed, I went down on him, then I fucked him on the
desk. Yeah, downstairs. Then we moved upstairs, and we talked some
more, then had sex in the bed, the shower, the bed, then I think the
bed again. There might have been one more time in there that I'm
forgetting. It was good. I'd almost forgotten what it was like to have sex
with another man.
Wow. When you guys explode you really explode.
Least that explains why Wes was so wiped out.
> Which is not what I meant, because you still are. I just mean the
parts, you know?
Considering what I see when I look in the mirror, I really can't say anything.
> > I don't think life is like that -- visions and friends who are higher
powers aside. We're all stumbling around in the dark trying to find
the right path.
Does feel like this might be it though.
> I really, really hope it is. The three of us... we kind of fit. I
think. I hope.
Yeah we do. Pieces of the same puzzle.
> > > I don't think either of us wants you to feel left out. You just tell us
what you need, and we'll figure out a way to give it to you.
> > See, you and Wes both saying things like that, and my lack of worry is
more understandable.
> We want what's best for you. Both of us. Don't forget that.
Like I was telling Wesley earlier, I've got really lucky here.
> > > Love you.
> > Love you too.
> If you love me, go get some sleep.
I'll try.
> I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay? Good night, Doyle.
Good night Angel. Love you.
Doyle
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To: Doyle
From: Angel
Hi, Doyle. It was nice to get up and find your email waiting for me. I hope you got
some sleep.
> > Why are you still up? Actually, don't answer that, because
as soon as I send this, I'm going to bed. Wes wore me out, too, and if
I go to bed you won't have anyone to talk to and YOU'LL have to go to
bed, which you should do.
> I'm not really sure why I'm still up. But I keep finding myself wide
awake in the middle of the night. The wee one taking after her
father's nocturnal ways maybe.
But don't worry, I make up any lack of sleep in naps during the day.
Pretty much whether I want to or not. I close my eyes for a minute and
next thing I know it's an hour later and I'm waking up trying to
pretend that isn't a drool stain on your desk.
As long as you're getting enough sleep, I guess it doesn't matter when you get
it. Just make sure you take care of yourself, okay? I don't want you doing too
much and getting sick.
> Speaking of, guess you'll be wanting your office back, huh?
I don't care that much about the office, really, but I guess I should probably take it back,
if nothing else because it's what's expected, you know? But we can share, if you want.
Not like there's not plenty of room. We could bring in another desk, whatever else you wanted.
> > You think? The last thing I want to do is encroach upon Wes' territory,
which, okay, makes it sound like we're two dogs in some kind of pissing
contest over you, which really isn't the case. Really. But I don't want
him to feel like I'm coming into space that's HIS.
> Most dogs who were in a pissing contest don't spend evenings doing
what you two did.
True.
> I don't know how I feel about being considered someone's territory.
I'll have to think about that some more.
No, I didn't mean it like that. Really. I meant the apartment. Wes has been living
there, right? Me going in there where he's been comfortable... I don't want to make
him UNcomfortable. Does that make sense?
> > COMPLETELY pervy? No.
Basically, we kissed, I went down on him, then I fucked him on the
desk. Yeah, downstairs. Then we moved upstairs, and we talked some
more, then had sex in the bed, the shower, the bed, then I think the
bed again. There might have been one more time in there that I'm
forgetting. It was good. I'd almost forgotten what it was like to have sex
with another man.
> Wow. When you guys explode you really explode.
Least that explains why Wes was so wiped out.
I was pretty wiped out, too, believe me.
> > Which is not what I meant, because you still are. I just mean the
parts, you know?
> Considering what I see when I look in the mirror, I really can't say anything.
You're perfect. I love you. It's not important to me if you have breasts or not
or female parts or male parts, as long as you're alive and I can touch you and
talk to you. The rest doesn't matter.
> > > I don't think life is like that -- visions and friends who are higher
powers aside. We're all stumbling around in the dark trying to find
the right path.
Does feel like this might be it though.
> > I really, really hope it is. The three of us... we kind of fit. I
think. I hope.
> Yeah we do. Pieces of the same puzzle.
Exactly. A strange puzzle, maybe, and I guess talking about interlocking parts might hit
a little too close to home, but yeah.
> > > See, you and Wes both saying things like that, and my lack of worry is
more understandable.
> > We want what's best for you. Both of us. Don't forget that.
> Like I was telling Wesley earlier, I've got really lucky here.
I'm pretty sure Wes and I feel just as lucky, if not more so.
> > If you love me, go get some sleep.
> I'll try.
Hope it worked.
Are you going in to the office today? I mean, I assume you are. I'm trying to decide what
to do. I'm not sure I'm ready to go in to Wolfram & Hart yet, I might need another day to
wrap my brain around that, but that leaves me with nothing to do. Any ideas?
- Angel
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To: Angel
From: Doyle
Hi Angel
> Hi, Doyle. It was nice to get up and find your email waiting for me. I
hope you got some sleep.
Some, yeah, thanks.
> As long as you're getting enough sleep, I guess it doesn't matter when
you get it. Just make sure you take care of yourself, okay? I don't
want you doing too much and getting sick.
I don't want me getting sick either. I'm taking care of myself -- with you and Wes around
I wouldn't have much choice even if I didn't want to. Which I do and I am, I hasten to add.
> > Speaking of, guess you'll be wanting your office back, huh?
> I don't care that much about the office, really, but I guess I should
probably take it back, if nothing else because it's what's expected,
you know? But we can share, if you want. Not like there's not plenty of
room. We could bring in another desk, whatever else you wanted.
Maybe. I guess first we need to figure out what I'm doing as the job I have been working
-- namely making sure it looks like you were still around or at least in touch -- isn't
needed anymore.
> > I don't know how I feel about being considered someone's territory.
I'll have to think about that some more.
> No, I didn't mean it like that. Really. I meant the apartment. Wes has
been living there, right? Me going in there where he's been
comfortable... I don't want to make him UNcomfortable. Does that make
sense?
Wes has been staying here most nights but he's not living here. He still keeps his
own place and sleeps there sometimes.
But yeah, I get what you're saying. It's one of those things we have to work out.
> > > Which is not what I meant, because you still are. I just mean the
parts, you know?
> > Considering what I see when I look in the mirror, I really can't say
anything.
> You're perfect. I love you. It's not important to me if you have
breasts or not or female parts or male parts, as long as you're alive
and I can touch you and talk to you. The rest doesn't matter.
Y'know for someone who says he's not good with words, you're really good at saying
exactly the right thing.
> > > I really, really hope it is. The three of us... we kind of fit. I
think. I hope.
> > Yeah we do. Pieces of the same puzzle.
> Exactly. A strange puzzle, maybe, and I guess talking about
interlocking parts might hit a little too close to home, but yeah.
I dunno -- talking about interlocking parts sounds like it could be... interesting, if you
get what I mean.
> > > We want what's best for you. Both of us. Don't forget that.
> > Like I was telling Wesley earlier, I've got really lucky here.
> I'm pretty sure Wes and I feel just as lucky, if not more so.
We're not going to have an argument about who's luckier are we?
> Are you going in to the office today? I mean, I assume you are. I'm
trying to decide what to do. I'm not sure I'm ready to go in to Wolfram
& Hart yet, I might need another day to wrap my brain around that, but
that leaves me with nothing to do. Any ideas?
Well if you don't feel like diving back into work today, how do you feel about maybe
going shopping for baby things?
Don't feel you have to say yes, if you're not ready that's fine. We've some time still. I
just thought, now that you're back you might want to... Y'know. Start preparing.
Doyle
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To: Doyle
From: Angel
Hi Doyle.
> > It was nice to get up and find your email waiting for me. I
hope you got some sleep.
> Some, yeah, thanks.
Good, I'm glad.
> > As long as you're getting enough sleep, I guess
it doesn't matter when
you get it. Just make sure you take care of yourself, okay? I don't
want you doing too much and getting sick.
> I don't want me getting sick either. I'm taking care of myself -- with
you and Wes around I wouldn't have much choice even if I didn't want
to. Which I do and I am, I hasten to add.
We just want you to be okay. Although I guess I can see that it might get
annoying, especially with both of us making sure. I'll try to ease off if you want me to.
> > > Speaking of, guess you'll be wanting your office back, huh?
> > I don't care that much about the office, really, but I guess I should
probably take it back, if nothing else because it's what's expected,
you know? But we can share, if you want. Not like there's not plenty of
room. We could bring in another desk, whatever else you wanted.
> Maybe. I guess first we need to figure out what I'm doing as the job I
have been working -- namely making sure it looks like you were still
around or at least in touch -- isn't needed anymore.
It's a law firm -- there's always too much to do. I'm sure we can find something you'd
be really good at, if you want, although maybe you might want to take some time off instead?
If you've been doing too much, I mean.
Which is probably me being overprotective again, huh. Sorry.
> > No, I didn't mean it like that. Really. I meant the apartment. Wes has
been living there, right? Me going in there where he's been
comfortable... I don't want to make him UNcomfortable. Does that make
sense?
> Wes has been staying here most nights but he's not living here. He
still keeps his own place and sleeps there sometimes.
Maybe you want to keep the apartment just for you? I always thought that was a good
idea anyway. Wes could keep his place, I could move back into the penthouse -- I assume
no one else's been using it, if you've been trying to pretend I was kind of around -- and
you could keep Cordelia's apartment. I don't know. I guess, thinking about it, that sounds
kind of, you know, lonely. For everyone.
> But yeah, I get what you're saying. It's one of those things we have
to work out.
Maybe you and Wes should figure it out. I'll do whatever you want.
> > You're perfect. I love you. It's not important
to me if you have
breasts or not or female parts or male parts, as long as you're alive
and I can touch you and talk to you. The rest doesn't matter.
> Y'know for someone who says he's not good with words, you're really
good at saying exactly the right thing.
I guess every once in a while I get lucky with that.
> > > Yeah we do. Pieces of the same puzzle.
> > Exactly. A strange puzzle, maybe, and I guess talking about
interlocking parts might hit a little too close to home, but yeah.
> I dunno -- talking about interlocking parts sounds like it could be...
interesting, if you get what I mean.
You think? Me and Wes, we'd do pretty much anything to make you happy. Just say
the word.
> > > Like I was telling Wesley earlier, I've got really lucky here.
> > I'm pretty sure Wes and I feel just as lucky, if not more so.
> We're not going to have an argument about who's luckier are we?
Nope. I already know the answer to that one. *Grin*
> > Are you going in to the office today? I mean, I assume you are. I'm
trying to decide what to do. I'm not sure I'm ready to go in to Wolfram
& Hart yet, I might need another day to wrap my brain around that, but
that leaves me with nothing to do. Any ideas?
> Well if you don't feel like diving back into work today, how do you
feel about maybe going shopping for baby things?
Don't feel you have to say yes, if you're not ready that's fine. We've
some time still. I just thought, now that you're back you might want
to... Y'know. Start preparing.
That's a good idea. What about Wes?
- Angel
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To: Angel
From: Doyle
Hi Angel
> > > As long as you're getting enough sleep, I guess it doesn't matter when
you get it. Just make sure you take care of yourself, okay? I don't
want you doing too much and getting sick.
> > I don't want me getting sick either. I'm taking care of myself -- with
you and Wes around I wouldn't have much choice even if I didn't want
to. Which I do and I am, I hasten to add.
> We just want you to be okay. Although I guess I can see that it might
get annoying, especially with both of us making sure. I'll try to ease
off if you want me to.
The fussing's all kinda... nice as long as it's kept within reason. You haven't
reached annoying yet. I'll let you know if you do.
> > Maybe. I guess first we need to figure out what I'm doing as the job I
have been working -- namely making sure it looks like you were still
around or at least in touch -- isn't needed anymore.
> It's a law firm -- there's always too much to do. I'm sure we can find
something you'd be really good at, if you want, although maybe you
might want to take some time off instead? If you've been doing too
much, I mean.
I haven't been doing too much, I've been doing just enough.
But really, now that you're back, guess I'm back in the position I was in before you left
-- needing to figure out what I really want to do. Fighting the good fight kinda goes
without saying, though anything really... active in that area isn't going to be an option right now
for obvious reasons.
Haven't even had a vision since I came back yet, unless you count that dream of
Cordelia. But you had one of those too, so it probably doesn't count. That's probably for
obvious reasons too.
Those obvious reasons kinda limit all my choices right now for other
perspective employment. Guess the best thing I can do for now is offer to help you with your
paperwork and stuff. I've pretty much got your signature down if, say, your hand cramps up and
you need someone else to sign for you.
> Which is probably me being overprotective again, huh. Sorry.
No, that's you being your normal overprotective. That's fine.
> Maybe you want to keep the apartment just for you? I always thought
that was a good idea anyway. Wes could keep his place, I could move
back into the penthouse -- I assume no one else's been using it, if
you've been trying to pretend I was kind of around -- and you could
keep Cordelia's apartment. I don't know. I guess, thinking about it,
that sounds kind of, you know, lonely. For everyone.
It does and we don't want that.
So that means we either have to pick one of the places we already have to all
move into, which pretty much boils down to either the penthouse or the hotel because
Wes' place or my apartment are both going to be a bit cramped with three and a
half --soon to be four -- people in them.
Or we could all get together and go looking for a new place that we pick out together.
Where it's nobody's established territory.
But that may be me getting ahead of ourselves. Just because you two had sex --
many many times -- last night doesn't mean I should assume you're ready to move in.
> > But yeah, I get what you're saying. It's one of those things we have
to work out.
> Maybe you and Wes should figure it out. I'll do whatever you want.
If we're going to do anything, it's going to have to be all three of us deciding.
I think that's something we need to establish right now, otherwise it could come
back and bite us later.
> > > You're perfect. I love you. It's not important to me if you have
breasts or not or female parts or male parts, as long as you're alive
and I can touch you and talk to you. The rest doesn't matter.
> > Y'know for someone who says he's not good with words, you're really
good at saying exactly the right thing.
> I guess every once in a while I get lucky with that.
More often than you like to admit.
> > > > Yeah we do. Pieces of the same puzzle.
> > > Exactly. A strange puzzle, maybe, and I guess talking about
interlocking parts might hit a little too close to home, but yeah.
> > I dunno -- talking about interlocking parts sounds like it could be...
interesting, if you get what I mean.
> You think? Me and Wes, we'd do pretty much anything to make you happy.
Just say the word.
This isn't just about making me happy -- although I'm not about to tell you to stop.
But ideally, we're going to be making everybody -- or us three at least -- happy.
> > > > Like I was telling Wesley earlier,
I've got really lucky here.
> > > I'm pretty sure Wes and I feel just as lucky, if not more so.
> > We're not going to have an argument about who's luckier are we?
> Nope. I already know the answer to that one. *Grin*
Yeah, can see we'll have to fight that out one of these days. ;-)
> > Well if you don't feel like diving back into work today, how do you
feel about maybe going shopping for baby things?
Don't feel you have to say yes, if you're not ready that's fine. We've
some time still. I just thought, now that you're back you might want
to... Y'know. Start preparing.
> That's a good idea. What about Wes?
He's already gone to the office, bright and early. I think I managed to wake up enough
to mutter something sort of semi-coherent when he kissed me goodbye, though I'm not
sure what language it might have been in. Good thing Wes is good with the linguistics.
We can email him and ask if he wants to come, or we can spend some time on our own
first and ask him to join us for dinner where we can talk some things out and see if we
can't make some headway in putting the puzzle together?
Doyle
__________
To: Doyle
From: Angel
Hi, Doyle.
> > We just want you to be okay. Although I guess I can see that it might
get annoying, especially with both of us making sure. I'll try to ease
off if you want me to.
> The fussing's all kinda... nice as long as it's
kept within reason.
You haven't reached annoying yet. I'll let you know if you do. Okay, good. Because I really don't want to be annoying, but I don't think I could just
stop worrying about you cold turkey.
> > It's a law firm -- there's always too much to do. I'm sure we can find
something you'd be really good at, if you want, although maybe you
might want to take some time off instead? If you've been doing too
much, I mean.
> I haven't been doing too much, I've been doing just enough.
But really, now that you're back, guess I'm back in the position I was
in before you left -- needing to figure out what I really want to do.
Fighting the good fight kinda goes without saying, though anything
really... active in that area isn't going to be an option right now
for obvious reasons.
Haven't even had a vision since I came back yet, unless you count that
dream of Cordelia. But you had one of those too, so it probably
doesn't count. That's probably for obvious reasons too.
Those obvious reasons kinda limit all my choices right now for other
perspective employment. Guess the best thing I can do for now is offer
to help you with your paperwork and stuff. I've pretty much got your
signature down if, say, your hand cramps up and you need someone else
to sign for you.
I'm sure I'll be able to use whatever help you can give me -- it might take days just to
catch me up on what's been going on. Which means I should probably plan on coming
back tomorrow, doesn't it, because the more time goes by, the harder it's going to be.
You think you aren't having visions because of the baby? It'd be kind of nice to think
that the Powers That Be would cut you some slack for the duration, but I wouldn't count on
it. Call me paranoid, but I find it hard to believe they'd be that accommodating. They
were ready to kill Cordy over them, or, you know, stand around and watch it happen, so I'm
not so sure this is them being all benevolent. But I guess we'll see.
Got good at forging my signature, have you?
> > Which is probably me being overprotective again, huh. Sorry.
> No, that's you being your normal overprotective. That's fine.
Okay. Thanks.
> > Maybe you want to keep the apartment just for
you? I always thought
that was a good idea anyway. Wes could keep his place, I could move
back into the penthouse -- I assume no one else's been using it, if
you've been trying to pretend I was kind of around -- and you could
keep Cordelia's apartment. I don't know. I guess, thinking about it,
that sounds kind of, you know, lonely. For everyone.
> It does and we don't want that.
So that means we either have to pick one of the places we already have
to all move into, which pretty much boils down to either the penthouse
or the hotel because Wes' place or my apartment are both going to be a bit
cramped with three and a half --soon to be four -- people in them.
Or we could all get together and go looking for a new place that we
pick out together. Where it's nobody's established territory.
But that may be me getting ahead of ourselves. Just because you two
had sex -- many many times -- last night doesn't mean I should assume
you're ready to move in.
I'd be okay with giving it a shot, but that might be because otherwise I'm here alone, or
in the penthouse alone. I'd rather be with both of you than neither of you, even if that
means some weird vibes between me and Wesley sometimes. On the other hand, YOU might
not be all that comfortable with the two of us being weird around each other, so you
should think about that. Not that we can't give it a try and then take a break if it's too soon.
And yeah, I'd be fine with looking for a new place. The penthouse would be big enough
for the three of us, I think, but, like you said, soon to be four. We'd probably want more
space than that. And... well, don't take this the wrong way, but I'd rather not live at the hotel.
It's good as an emergency kind of place, but I've done the baby thing here. I don't think I
could do it again. Wes might not want to, either.
> > > But yeah, I get what you're saying. It's one of those things we have
to work out.
> > Maybe you and Wes should figure it out. I'll do whatever you want.
> If we're going to do anything, it's going to have to be all three of
us deciding. I think that's something we need to establish right now,
otherwise could come back and bite us later.
Okay. Just point me at the decisions and I'll cast my vote, or whatever. But
sometimes whatever we're deciding might not be that important to me, in which case I really AM
okay with letting the people who DO care decide.
I want to be with you. The other stuff is just window dressing.
> > > Y'know for someone who says he's not good with words, you're really
good at saying exactly the right thing.
> > I guess every once in a while I get lucky with that.
> More often than you like to admit.
Honestly? I can't tell. So I need you to point it out, when it happens. You're pretty good
at that, though.
> > > I dunno -- talking about interlocking parts sounds like it could be...
interesting, if you get what I mean.
> > You think? Me and Wes, we'd do pretty much anything to make you happy.
Just say the word.
> This isn't just about making me happy -- although I'm not about to
tell you to stop. But ideally, we're going to be making everybody --
or us three at least -- happy.
I know. But you come first, with me, and I think it's safe to say that you do with Wes,
too. Not that that might not kind of even out eventually, but for now, that's just the way it is.
> > > We're not going to have an argument about who's luckier are we?
> > Nope. I already know the answer to that one. *Grin*
> Yeah, can see we'll have to fight that out one of these days. ;-)
I'd rather let you win than fight with you. Seriously.
> > > Well if you don't feel like diving back into work today, how do you
feel about maybe going shopping for baby things?
Don't feel you have to say yes, if you're not ready that's fine. We've
some time still. I just thought, now that you're back you might want
to... Y'know. Start preparing.
> > That's a good idea. What about Wes?
> He's already gone to the office, bright and early. I think I managed
to wake up enough to mutter something sort of semi-coherent when he
kissed me goodbye, though I'm not sure what language it might have
been in. Good thing Wes is good with the linguistics.
We can email him and ask if he wants to come, or we can spend some
time on our own first and ask him to join us for dinner where we can
talk some things out and see if we can't make some headway in putting
the puzzle together?
I'm okay to have it be just me and you for a while, as long as you don't think he's going
to feel left out. I don't want to get in a position where I made the call that resulted in
him feeling like he was being pushed away from you, you know? So maybe this is one of
the things that you should decide about. But dinner sounds good either way.
- Angel
__________
To: Angel
From: Doyle
Hi Angel,
> > > We just want you to be okay. Although I guess I can see that it might
get annoying, especially with both of us making sure. I'll try to ease
off if you want me to.
> > The fussing's all kinda... nice as long as it's kept within reason.
You haven't reached annoying yet. I'll let you know if you do.
> Okay, good. Because I really don't want to be annoying, but I don't
think I could just stop worrying about you cold turkey.
I wouldn't want you to. And I worry about you too, y'know. Kinda goes with the territory
of loving you.
> > But really, now that you're back, guess I'm back in the position I was
in before you left -- needing to figure out what I really want to do.
Fighting the good fight kinda goes without saying, though anything
really... active in that area isn't going to be an option right now
for obvious reasons.
Haven't even had a vision since I came back yet, unless you count that
dream of Cordelia. But you had one of those too, so it probably
doesn't count. That's probably for obvious reasons too.
Those obvious reasons kinda limit all my choices right now for other
perspective employment. Guess the best thing I can do for now is offer
to help you with your paperwork and stuff. I've pretty much got your
signature down if, say, your hand cramps up and you need someone else
to sign for you.
> I'm sure I'll be able to use whatever help you can
give me -- it might
take days just to catch me up on what's been going on. Which means I
should probably plan on coming back tomorrow, doesn't it, because the
more time goes by, the harder it's going to be. Yeah, probably best to get back up on that horse before you forget what sitting in
the saddle was like.
....
Okay, no more late night western marathons for me.
> You think you aren't having visions because of the baby? It'd be kind
of nice to think that the Powers That Be would cut you some slack for
the duration, but I wouldn't count on it. Call me paranoid, but I find
it hard to believe they'd be that accommodating. They were ready to
kill Cordy over them, or, you know, stand around and watch it happen,
so I'm not so sure this is them being all benevolent. But I guess we'll
see.
I don't have much faith in the benevolence of the PTB, but I have a lot of faith in
Cordelia. And she seems to have been keeping a weather eye out for us through all of this, so...
> Got good at forging my signature, have you?
Well Cordelia was a fair hand at it back in the old days; I think there might have been
some muscle memory left when she gave me her body.
> > So that means we either have to pick one of the places we already have
to all move into, which pretty much boils down to either the penthouse
or the hotel because Wes' place or my apartment are both going to be a bit
cramped with three and a half --soon to be four -- people in them.
Or we could all get together and go looking for a new place that we
pick out together. Where it's nobody's established territory.
But that may be me getting ahead of ourselves. Just because you two
had sex -- many many times -- last night doesn't mean I should assume
you're ready to move in.
> I'd be okay with giving it a shot, but that might be because otherwise
I'm here alone, or in the penthouse alone. I'd rather be with both of
you than neither of you, even if that means some weird vibes between me
and Wesley sometimes. On the other hand, YOU might not be all that
comfortable with the two of us being weird around each other, so you
should think about that. Not that we can't give it a try and then take
a break if it's too soon.
Not to put too fine a point on it, but I haven't seen you and Wesley not being
weird around each other. The kind of weirdness varies but still, weird.
It's not too soon for me, but I can't speak for you and Wesley.
But it does sound like we're ready to give it a try at least.
> And yeah, I'd be fine with looking for a new place. The penthouse would
be big enough for the three of us, I think, but, like you said, soon to
be four. We'd probably want more space than that. And... well, don't
take this the wrong way, but I'd rather not live at the hotel. It's
good as an emergency kind of place, but I've done the baby thing here.
I don't think I could do it again. Wes might not want to, either.
I hadn't thought about it, but yeah. Don't want to evoke any bad memories for Wes or you.
Sounds like our best bet would be to go out and find a new place for all of us,
especially since this is kinda a new start for everyone.
We can add it to our list of things to get.
> > > > But yeah, I get what you're saying.
It's one of those things we have
to work out.
> > > Maybe you and Wes should figure it out. I'll do whatever you want.
> > If we're going to do anything, it's going to have to be all three of
us deciding. I think that's something we need to establish right now,
otherwise could come back and bite us later.
> Okay. Just point me at the decisions and I'll cast my vote, or
whatever. But sometimes whatever we're deciding might not be that
important to me, in which case I really AM okay with letting the people
who DO care decide.
Just as long as it really is that and not you just keeping quiet so as not to rock the boat.
> I want to be with you. The other stuff is just window dressing.
That would be you saying exactly the right thing again.
> > > > Y'know for someone who says he's
not good with words, you're really
good at saying exactly the right thing.
> > > I guess every once in a while I get lucky with that.
> > More often than you like to admit.
> Honestly? I can't tell. So I need you to point it out, when it happens.
You're pretty good at that, though.
I've always been good at calling them as I see them.
> > > > I dunno -- talking about interlocking
parts sounds like it could be...
interesting, if you get what I mean.
> > > You think? Me and Wes, we'd do pretty much anything to make you happy.
Just say the word.
> > This isn't just about making me happy -- although I'm not about to
tell you to stop. But ideally, we're going to be making everybody --
or us three at least -- happy.
> I know. But you come first, with me, and I think it's safe to say that
you do with Wes, too. Not that that might not kind of even out
eventually, but for now, that's just the way it is.
I can't decide whether that makes me more grateful or guilty. Mostly when I think about
it, I'm just flabbergasted and gobsmacked and all kinds of other words of shocked
disbelief, that I somehow have become the center of all this.
I never really believed I'd have one person who felt like that for me, much less
two.
> > > > We're not going to have an argument
about who's luckier are we?
> > > Nope. I already know the answer to that one. *Grin*
> > Yeah, can see we'll have to fight that out one of these days. ;-)
> I'd rather let you win than fight with you. Seriously.
I'll remember that.
And that means I'm the luckiest. ;-)
> > > > Well if you don't feel like diving
back into work today, how do you
feel about maybe going shopping for baby things?
Don't feel you have to say yes, if you're not ready that's fine. We've
some time still. I just thought, now that you're back you might want
to... Y'know. Start preparing.
> > > That's a good idea. What about Wes?
> > He's already gone to the office, bright and early. I think I managed
to wake up enough to mutter something sort of semi-coherent when he
kissed me goodbye, though I'm not sure what language it might have
been in. Good thing Wes is good with the linguistics.
We can email him and ask if he wants to come, or we can spend some
time on our own first and ask him to join us for dinner where we can
talk some things out and see if we can't make some headway in putting
the puzzle together?
> I'm okay to have it be just me and you for a while, as long as you
don't think he's going to feel left out. I don't want to get in a
position where I made the call that resulted in him feeling like he was
being pushed away from you, you know? So maybe this is one of the
things that you should decide about. But dinner sounds good either way.
One of us should probably be in to keep an eye on things today anyway. I'm sure Wes
will understand and we can make it up for him over dinner and after.
Doyle
__________
To: Doyle
From: Angel
Hi, Doyle.
> > Okay, good. Because I really don't want to be annoying, but I don't
think I could just stop worrying about you cold turkey.
> I wouldn't want you to. And I worry about you too, y'know. Kinda goes
with the territory of loving you.
Yeah, but there's no need to worry about me. I'm not the one who's pregnant, plus
I'm already dead.
> > I'm sure I'll be able to use whatever help you can give me -- it might
take days just to catch me up on what's been going on. Which means I
should probably plan on coming back tomorrow, doesn't it, because the
more time goes by, the harder it's going to be.
> Yeah, probably best to get back up on that horse before you forget
what sitting in the saddle was like.
....
Okay, no more late night western marathons for me.
Heh, apparently not. I'm not really crazy about horses. Anyway, yeah, back to the
office tomorrow. I could use some help coming up with a few lines to toss around about what
I've been up to -- you know what you've been telling people, and I don't want to
contradict anything, you know?
> > You think you aren't having visions because of the baby? It'd be kind
of nice to think that the Powers That Be would cut you some slack for
the duration, but I wouldn't count on it. Call me paranoid, but I find
it hard to believe they'd be that accommodating. They were ready to
kill Cordy over them, or, you know, stand around and watch it happen,
so I'm not so sure this is them being all benevolent. But I guess we'll
see.
> I don't have much faith in the benevolence of the PTB, but I have a
lot of faith in Cordelia. And she seems to have been keeping a weather
eye out for us through all of this, so...
Well, hopefully you'll be able to skip them until the baby's born. That'd be nice.
> > Got good at forging my signature, have you?
> Well Cordelia was a fair hand at it back in the old days; I think
there might have been some muscle memory left when she gave me her
body.
If it came in handy, then I'm glad. As long as you don't start putting my name places I
might not want it. (I'm kidding.)
> > I'd be okay with giving it a shot, but that might be because otherwise
I'm here alone, or in the penthouse alone. I'd rather be with both of
you than neither of you, even if that means some weird vibes between me
and Wesley sometimes. On the other hand, YOU might not be all that
comfortable with the two of us being weird around each other, so you
should think about that. Not that we can't give it a try and then take
a break if it's too soon.
> Not to put too fine a point on it, but I haven't seen you and Wesley
not being weird around each other. The kind of weirdness varies but
still, weird.
There's a lot of history there. Lots of things said and done that we can't take back.
Maybe, if we spend enough time together, things will go back to the way they used to be, but
yeah, at first there's likely to be some tension.
> It's not too soon for me, but I can't speak for
you and Wesley.
But it does sound like we're ready to give it a try at least. Like I said, I'm willing. Maybe we can talk to Wes about it tonight.
> > And yeah, I'd be fine with looking for a new place. The penthouse would
be big enough for the three of us, I think, but, like you said, soon to
be four. We'd probably want more space than that. And... well, don't
take this the wrong way, but I'd rather not live at the hotel. It's
good as an emergency kind of place, but I've done the baby thing here.
I don't think I could do it again. Wes might not want to, either.
> I hadn't thought about it, but yeah. Don't want to evoke any bad
memories for Wes or you.
Sounds like our best bet would be to go out and find a new place for
all of us, especially since this is kinda a new start for everyone.
We can add it to our list of things to get.
Not as easy as walking into a mega-store and buying a jumbo pack of size 1 Pampers,
but yeah, we can shop around once we know what it is we're looking for.
> > Okay. Just point me at the decisions and I'll cast my vote, or
whatever. But sometimes whatever we're deciding might not be that
important to me, in which case I really AM okay with letting the people
who DO care decide.
> Just as long as it really is that and not you just keeping quiet so as
not to rock the boat.
I can't deny I might do that sometimes, too, but cut me some slack. I'm lucky you took
me back at all -- there's gonna be times when that's all I'll be able to think about.
> > I want to be with you. The other stuff is just window dressing.
> That would be you saying exactly the right thing again.
It's true. I don't care where we live -- well, a place on the top floor with lots of
windows would be out, but otherwise...
> > Honestly? I can't tell. So I need you to point it out, when it happens.
You're pretty good at that, though.
> I've always been good at calling them as I see them.
Yeah, you have. One of the reasons I fell for you.
> > I know. But you come first, with me, and I think it's safe to say that
you do with Wes, too. Not that that might not kind of even out
eventually, but for now, that's just the way it is.
> I can't decide whether that makes me more grateful or guilty. Mostly
when I think about it, I'm just flabbergasted and gobsmacked and all
kinds of other words of shocked disbelief, that I somehow have become
the center of all this.
I never really believed I'd have one person who felt like that for me,
much less two.
Don't feel guilty -- it's just the way things are. It's not like you manipulated us into it.
You're just... you, and that's all it took. Wes and I are both crazy about you, for good reason.
> > > Yeah, can see we'll have to fight that out one of these days. ;-)
> > I'd rather let you win than fight with you. Seriously.
> I'll remember that.
And that means I'm the luckiest. ;-)
Fine. Happy now?
I am, you know.
> > > We can email him and ask if he wants to come, or we can spend some
time on our own first and ask him to join us for dinner where we can
talk some things out and see if we can't make some headway in putting
the puzzle together?
> > I'm okay to have it be just me and you for a while, as long as you
don't think he's going to feel left out. I don't want to get in a
position where I made the call that resulted in him feeling like he was
being pushed away from you, you know? So maybe this is one of the
things that you should decide about. But dinner sounds good either way.
> One of us should probably be in to keep an eye on things today anyway.
I'm sure Wes will understand and we can make it up for him over dinner
and after.
Okay, sounds good. You want to meet somewhere? I actually happen to be carless
at the moment, but you could pick me up in one of the Wolfram & Hart cars
if you wanted, or I could meet you somewhere sewer-accessible.
- Angel
__________
To: Angel
From: Doyle
Hi Angel
> > > Okay, good. Because I really don't want to be annoying, but I don't
think I could just stop worrying about you cold turkey.
> > I wouldn't want you to. And I worry about you too, y'know. Kinda goes
with the territory of loving you.
> Yeah, but there's no need to worry about me. I'm not the one who's
pregnant, plus I'm already dead.
Okay, I'll grant you the pregnant point, but just because you don't breathe doesn't
mean you're dead. In any meaningful way, you're very much alive and I'd like to
keep you that way.
So yeah, I'm going to worry about you.
> > Yeah, probably best to get back up on that horse before you forget
what sitting in the saddle was like.
....
Okay, no more late night western marathons for me.
> Heh, apparently not. I'm not really crazy about horses. Anyway, yeah,
back to the office tomorrow. I could use some help coming up with a few
lines to toss around about what I've been up to -- you know what you've
been telling people, and I don't want to contradict anything, you know?
You're the boss. You don't owe anyone an explanation unless you want to give one.
But we'll give you crib notes.
> > > You think you aren't having visions because of the baby? It'd be kind
of nice to think that the Powers That Be would cut you some slack for
the duration, but I wouldn't count on it. Call me paranoid, but I find
it hard to believe they'd be that accommodating. They were ready to
kill Cordy over them, or, you know, stand around and watch it happen,
so I'm not so sure this is them being all benevolent. But I guess we'll
see.
> > I don't have much faith in the benevolence of the PTB, but I have a
lot of faith in Cordelia. And she seems to have been keeping a weather
eye out for us through all of this, so...
> Well, hopefully you'll be able to skip them until the baby's born.
That'd be nice.
Yeah.
> > > Got good at forging my signature, have you?
> > Well Cordelia was a fair hand at it back in the old days; I think
there might have been some muscle memory left when she gave me her
body.
> If it came in handy, then I'm glad. As long as you don't start putting
my name places I might not want it. (I'm kidding.)
Wes can do a fair copy of it as well.
> > > I'd be okay with giving it a shot, but that might be because otherwise
I'm here alone, or in the penthouse alone. I'd rather be with both of
you than neither of you, even if that means some weird vibes between me
and Wesley sometimes. On the other hand, YOU might not be all that
comfortable with the two of us being weird around each other, so you
should think about that. Not that we can't give it a try and then take
a break if it's too soon.
> > Not to put too fine a point on it, but I haven't seen you and Wesley
not being weird around each other. The kind of weirdness varies but
still, weird.
> There's a lot of history there. Lots of things said and done that we
can't take back. Maybe, if we spend enough time together, things will
go back to the way they used to be, but yeah, at first there's likely
to be some tension.
Like there was last night? ;-)
If there is, can I watch?
> > It's not too soon for me, but I can't speak for you and Wesley.
But it does sound like we're ready to give it a try at least.
> Like I said, I'm willing. Maybe we can talk to Wes
about it tonight.
Sounds like a plan.
> > > And yeah, I'd be fine with looking for a new place. The penthouse would
be big enough for the three of us, I think, but, like you said, soon to
be four. We'd probably want more space than that. And... well, don't
take this the wrong way, but I'd rather not live at the hotel. It's
good as an emergency kind of place, but I've done the baby thing here.
I don't think I could do it again. Wes might not want to, either.
> > I hadn't thought about it, but yeah. Don't want to evoke any bad
memories for Wes or you.
Sounds like our best bet would be to go out and find a new place for
all of us, especially since this is kinda a new start for everyone.
We can add it to our list of things to get.
> Not as easy as walking into a mega-store and buying a jumbo pack of
size 1 Pampers, but yeah, we can shop around once we know what it is
we're looking for.
It'll give you a good excuse to stay out of the office some more too.
> > Just as long as it really is that and not you just keeping quiet so as
not to rock the boat.
> I can't deny I might do that sometimes, too, but cut me some slack. I'm
lucky you took me back at all -- there's gonna be times when that's all
I'll be able to think about.
Angel, you made a mistake; god knows I've made enough of those in my life. I was
never going to write you off just because of a bad decision, beyond the whole making me feel
like a hypocrite thing, I love you and I want you in my life. Our lives.
That's not going to change just because you don't agree with me on something. Promise.
> > > I want to be with you. The other stuff is just window dressing.
> > That would be you saying exactly the right thing again.
> It's true. I don't care where we live -- well, a place on the top floor
with lots of windows would be out, but otherwise...
You mean like your penthouse. :-)
Actually I was thinking, whatever place we end up, we can see about making sure
we get that necro-tempered glass on all the windows.
I like seeing you in the sunlight.
> > > I know. But you come first, with me, and I think it's safe to say that
you do with Wes, too. Not that that might not kind of even out
eventually, but for now, that's just the way it is.
> > I can't decide whether that makes me more grateful or guilty. Mostly
when I think about it, I'm just flabbergasted and gobsmacked and all
kinds of other words of shocked disbelief, that I somehow have become
the center of all this.
I never really believed I'd have one person who felt like that for me,
much less two.
> Don't feel guilty -- it's just the way things are. It's not like you
manipulated us into it. You're just... you, and that's all it took. Wes
and I are both crazy about you, for good reason.
Hard to believe sometimes. But it's easier than it used to be.
> > > > Yeah, can see we'll have to fight
that out one of these days. ;-)
> > > I'd rather let you win than fight with you. Seriously.
> > I'll remember that.
And that means I'm the luckiest. ;-)
> Fine. Happy now?
Ecstatic.
> I am, you know.
Good.
> > One of us should probably be in to keep an eye on things today anyway.
I'm sure Wes will understand and we can make it up for him over dinner
and after.
> Okay, sounds good. You want to meet somewhere? I actually happen to be
carless at the moment, but you could pick me up in one of the Wolfram &
Hart cars if you wanted, or I could meet you somewhere sewer-accessible.
I'll come pick you up, seems the simplest. Give me an hour and I'll be there.
Doyle
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