Wesley, despite himself, was a little shocked by Cordelia's
appearance. Steady, he thought to himself. Icy resolve and dead, stiff
upper lip and all that. But just looking at her bitten fingernails and
slept-on-the-floor hair gave him pause. He grieved for his friend but
nevertheless turned his demeanour down to frosty.
"So how can I help you Cordy? Not to say I'm not pleased to see you, of course. I must say, I was becoming concerned that you had resolved to let youself. go a little." He watched her smart at the barb, stung by her usual attachment to the superficial.
"I'm spending time with Connor because he needs to find some peace with himself. He needs a mature figure in his life that he can depend on and trust. And frankly, that trust goes both ways. In case you hadn't noticed the last year hasn't exactly been the Cordelia calendar of stability either you know. We're really bonding into a family unit."
"Touching", said Wesley. Mature figure my eye. "Cordelia, I'm pleased you're able to help Connor after he betrayed and hurt Angel. Oh, and speaking of Angel, isn't there a gaping hole in the family unit you're constructing there? I hope you're not asking Connor to fill it." He cast his eyes down at his tea. "Figuratively speaking of course". Cordelia flinched a little at that.
"Wesley. Wesley please, it's Angel I need to talk to you about. I was hoping you could somehow speak to him for me. My visions are still pounding me daily with Hell and all its minions and I feel that I need to tell him about it. I don't think he knows how close it is and how fast its coming." She leaned across the table of the cheap diner they were sitting in. He could smell her slightly greasy hair and sticky breath.
"Wesley, I don't think it's just the Beast that is coming. It's like the world is kind of fraying at the edges, as if there are more and more creatures sitting there, just out of view. I can't hold them all in my mind any more. I think that is why my memory was blocked after I came back from the Higher Place. Please, just talk to Angel for me. Tell him that everything has become a threat."
"Cordelia, I believe you." Wesley broke the façade a little. "I've noticed it too- young people have been disappearing from the streets of Los Angeles for a few months now. Someone is building an army and we're spending too much time concentrating on one threat. I haven't spoken to Angel yet but by the time I do we'll have an army of our own." He leaned back on his chair and opened his stance a little. "I've been getting organised myself over the summer. The Wyndham-Pryce warriors are here to keep the streets safe from the lesser threats."
Cordelia dimpled. A little more light shone from her grubby face. "The Wyndham Pryce Warriors? Wesley, you are Pryce - less!"
"So how can I help you Cordy? Not to say I'm not pleased to see you, of course. I must say, I was becoming concerned that you had resolved to let youself. go a little." He watched her smart at the barb, stung by her usual attachment to the superficial.
"I'm spending time with Connor because he needs to find some peace with himself. He needs a mature figure in his life that he can depend on and trust. And frankly, that trust goes both ways. In case you hadn't noticed the last year hasn't exactly been the Cordelia calendar of stability either you know. We're really bonding into a family unit."
"Touching", said Wesley. Mature figure my eye. "Cordelia, I'm pleased you're able to help Connor after he betrayed and hurt Angel. Oh, and speaking of Angel, isn't there a gaping hole in the family unit you're constructing there? I hope you're not asking Connor to fill it." He cast his eyes down at his tea. "Figuratively speaking of course". Cordelia flinched a little at that.
"Wesley. Wesley please, it's Angel I need to talk to you about. I was hoping you could somehow speak to him for me. My visions are still pounding me daily with Hell and all its minions and I feel that I need to tell him about it. I don't think he knows how close it is and how fast its coming." She leaned across the table of the cheap diner they were sitting in. He could smell her slightly greasy hair and sticky breath.
"Wesley, I don't think it's just the Beast that is coming. It's like the world is kind of fraying at the edges, as if there are more and more creatures sitting there, just out of view. I can't hold them all in my mind any more. I think that is why my memory was blocked after I came back from the Higher Place. Please, just talk to Angel for me. Tell him that everything has become a threat."
"Cordelia, I believe you." Wesley broke the façade a little. "I've noticed it too- young people have been disappearing from the streets of Los Angeles for a few months now. Someone is building an army and we're spending too much time concentrating on one threat. I haven't spoken to Angel yet but by the time I do we'll have an army of our own." He leaned back on his chair and opened his stance a little. "I've been getting organised myself over the summer. The Wyndham-Pryce warriors are here to keep the streets safe from the lesser threats."
Cordelia dimpled. A little more light shone from her grubby face. "The Wyndham Pryce Warriors? Wesley, you are Pryce - less!"