Eventually, he would have to call her. She needed to know what had
happened. Even if his first instinct was, as usual, to hide it from her. To
protect her. He'd done it too many times in the past, and it pissed her
off. With lives like theirs, it wasn't safe to keep information from each
other. He would call her. Make sure she was okay. Tell her about Spike. And
god, it wasn't gonna be easy. But she had to know. Because she could come
back anytime, come back and show up at the office, smiling and beautiful
and completely unprepared for the sight of her dead lover floating around
her ex's building. That's something a girl should be warned about.
So he would call her. Of course, he'd been saying that to himself since Spike had materialized in his office. He'd spent hours sitting by the phone, rehearsing all the things he would say to her. But things were busy. He had so much to do, to deal with. And what if she came to see for herself, and Spike vanished for good before she got there. Oh, all the excuses he ran through. He made it complicated, but it was in reality very simple.
He wanted to call her, very much. To hear her voice, and to assure himself that she was alright. But if he did, he would be forced to tell her, because otherwise he'd be lying to her, which was something she might never forgive. And he was afraid of how she would react to Spike being semi- alive again.
Had she fallen in love with Spike? Things had happened between them, he knew. Nothing he cared to think about, but they'd gotten close. And that worried him.
Everyday, he wondered. What was she doing, or thinking? Was she thinking of him? Or of Spike? How long would Spike be there? It was enough to drive a vampire mad. But then, Wolfram and Hart was already well on the way to doing that.
He was going to have to call her. He knew that. It was no question, she had to know. He would call her. Tomorrow.
So he would call her. Of course, he'd been saying that to himself since Spike had materialized in his office. He'd spent hours sitting by the phone, rehearsing all the things he would say to her. But things were busy. He had so much to do, to deal with. And what if she came to see for herself, and Spike vanished for good before she got there. Oh, all the excuses he ran through. He made it complicated, but it was in reality very simple.
He wanted to call her, very much. To hear her voice, and to assure himself that she was alright. But if he did, he would be forced to tell her, because otherwise he'd be lying to her, which was something she might never forgive. And he was afraid of how she would react to Spike being semi- alive again.
Had she fallen in love with Spike? Things had happened between them, he knew. Nothing he cared to think about, but they'd gotten close. And that worried him.
Everyday, he wondered. What was she doing, or thinking? Was she thinking of him? Or of Spike? How long would Spike be there? It was enough to drive a vampire mad. But then, Wolfram and Hart was already well on the way to doing that.
He was going to have to call her. He knew that. It was no question, she had to know. He would call her. Tomorrow.