"Where the hell is Piper?" Prue asked impatiently. She and Cole had been sitting silently at opposite ends of the attic.
"You know, this isn't exactly fun for me, either." he remarked.
"Fun?" Prue asked. "Damnit, Cole, my sister's funeral is going on downstairs!"
"Don't you think I know that?" Cole snapped. "I did love her, Prue, whether you want to believe me or not, and I do miss her, just like you do."
Angrily Prue crossed the room. "You got what you wanted, Cole. The Power of Three is nonexistant."
"I.. didn't.. want.. that." Cole said forcefully. He took a step forward, he and Prue were inches away from each other now.
"Damnit, why can't you just leave us alone?" Prue asked. She couldn't hold back any longer. Against her will she started to cry. Too exhausted to fight, she let him pull her toward him. Gently, he stroked her hair, and she buried her face in his shirt.
"Do you trust me now?" he asked.
She lifted her head to look at him. "I can't." she whispered, her voice breaking. She looked at him, studying his expression. Was it her imagination, or was that real concern on his face? Concern for her?
No. She wouldn't let herself believe it. This was, after all, the demon who'd tried to kill her and her sisters. For all she knew, he could be trying to get to her the same way he'd gotten to Phoebe.
She pulled away from him, just as they heard footsteps on the stairs. Prue quickly wiped her eyes. She had of course been crying all day, she didn't really think Piper would notice if her eyes were a bit redder than they had been earlier, or if the tear stains on her cheeks were a bit fresher. Prue and Cole each stepped back to their seperate corners of the room, just as Piper came in with Victor, Darryl, and Leo.
"You know, this isn't exactly fun for me, either." he remarked.
"Fun?" Prue asked. "Damnit, Cole, my sister's funeral is going on downstairs!"
"Don't you think I know that?" Cole snapped. "I did love her, Prue, whether you want to believe me or not, and I do miss her, just like you do."
Angrily Prue crossed the room. "You got what you wanted, Cole. The Power of Three is nonexistant."
"I.. didn't.. want.. that." Cole said forcefully. He took a step forward, he and Prue were inches away from each other now.
"Damnit, why can't you just leave us alone?" Prue asked. She couldn't hold back any longer. Against her will she started to cry. Too exhausted to fight, she let him pull her toward him. Gently, he stroked her hair, and she buried her face in his shirt.
"Do you trust me now?" he asked.
She lifted her head to look at him. "I can't." she whispered, her voice breaking. She looked at him, studying his expression. Was it her imagination, or was that real concern on his face? Concern for her?
No. She wouldn't let herself believe it. This was, after all, the demon who'd tried to kill her and her sisters. For all she knew, he could be trying to get to her the same way he'd gotten to Phoebe.
She pulled away from him, just as they heard footsteps on the stairs. Prue quickly wiped her eyes. She had of course been crying all day, she didn't really think Piper would notice if her eyes were a bit redder than they had been earlier, or if the tear stains on her cheeks were a bit fresher. Prue and Cole each stepped back to their seperate corners of the room, just as Piper came in with Victor, Darryl, and Leo.