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"If I ever catch that blonde slayer, I am going to…."

Wesley and Gunn quietly sighed as they listened to one of Cordelia's tedious tirade. It's going to be one of those long nights.

*****

Few Hours Later

Cordelia stared at the wooden door, deciding what to do about her dilemma.

"Should I open the door or not?" Cordelia wondered.

Closing her eyes, reminiscing back to the day when Angel fired them, she wondered if that was the push that sent Angel over the cliff. Maybe, just maybe if they fought back, or firmly stood against him, would it have changed everything? Made it better perhaps? She sighed; it's too late anyways.

Grasping the brass knob, she turned and entered the threshold of his room. Determined to get him out of this "depression", Cordelia approached towards the vampire, who was silently skulking in his navy blue chair, facing the window. "Angel…" Cordelia softly called out.

"Go away Cordelia." Angel replied tiredly, but contained a tinge of sadness.

"But Ang-"

"NOW!" Angel shouted, bowing his head into hands in a worn-out way. Sighing, he said it the second time more gently. "Just go."

This was the chance, the only chance she had to make Angel better. As these thoughts raced through Cordelia's mind, she stubbornly replied. "No."

"Cordelia.." His voice rumbled with a warning tone. "I'm not in mood to do this."

"You never do, you never talk to us anymore, not since me, Wesley, and Gunn first came back. All you do is stay in this room, brooding about God knows what!" Cordelia cried out, walking closer to him.

"That's your problem isn't it, then?"

She finally reached her destination, twisting her body so that she was facing him. The bedraggled state that he was in surprised her. His eyes were red and puffy, and his face was looking paler than ever. The half-empty beer hanging loosely in his fingers hasn't gone unnoticed by her too. "Oh Angel…"

"Don't 'Angel' me." He snapped, bringing the green bottle up to his lips, drinking his sorrows away.

Cordelia's jaw tightened, and her lips were closed in a firm line. Her eyes narrowed with sympathy for him, but stayed silent. Instead, she reached out a slender hand, taking his hand in a firm grip, but as Angel tried to snatch his hand away, Cordelia only clutched his tighter, determined to have some kind of physical contact with him. "Angel, listen to me."