Chapter 5
Wesley awoke with a jerk as some very potent smelly thing invaded his nostrils.
"Ughh!" He exclaimed with distaste, "Get that foul smelling abomination away from me!" He exclaimed pushing Willows hand, which contained a bottle of the offending substance, away from him. Willow obediently capped the bottle placing it on the table,
"How you feeling?" Willow asked in a concerned voice as she helped Wesley to sit up on the couch. Wesley looked at her and dropped his head into his hands. After few minutes of silence Wesley looked back at Willow.
"You died."
"Ah ha"
"Your Immortal."
"Yup."
"You're over 4000 years old."
"Yep"
"You're not joking are you?" It was more of statement then a question.
"No." Willow shook her head and gave him a small smile.
Silence descended as they both struggled to think of something to say.
"Well. Would you care for some tea?" Wesley asked suddenly.
"Sure."