Callahan Home
"So Hank, how's work?" Mr. Callahan asked later that night at dinner.
"Oh, well. How's the business going for you Chris?"
"Good."
"We hardly see you anymore Hank." Mrs. Callahan said as she served him some mashed potatoes.
"Well business has been booming and so I've been on a lot of trips lately." Hank said as he took the offered plate.
"Oh really?" She asked as she served Buffy.
"Yes. I recently went to Spain for a week. I just got back from France last night. And may I thank you for watching out for Buffy in my absence. I'm sorry I wasn't here. But thank you for watching over her and letting her stay here with you for the past few days." He said taking a bite of his roast beef. "Wow, Elizabeth, this is fabulous."
"Oh why thank you. And it was no trouble at all. We've missed dear Buffy since she and Joyce moved to Sunnydale. I know Angel has missed her terribly." She said smiling at Buffy and Angel.
"Yes, Buffy is welcomed at our home anytime. She's always been like a daughter to us." Chris Callahan said taking a sip of his soda.
"Well thank you just the same. I've missed her too." He said smiling at his daughter.
Buffy just gave Hank a tight lipped smile as she continued to eat her dinner.
After dinner, Buffy and Angel went upstairs to Angel's room while the adults stayed downstairs. Hank and Chris in the living room watching a baseball game and Elizabeth in the kitchen cleaning up the dinner dishes.
"You okay?" Angel asked as he laid next to his friend on the bed.
"I hate when he does that." Is all she said as she hugged Mr. Floppy, the ragged stuffed dog she had given to Angel when they were ten. She had given him Mr. Floppy and he had given her Mr. Gordo.
"Does what?" He asked as he played with her hair.
"Pretends like he cares about my well being." She said turning over to face him.
"He does Buffy, you know that." Angel replied. He lifted her chin so that she was looking into his eyes. "He loves you. He just doesn't know how to show it."
Buffy huffed and turned around, her back facing Angel. "Yeah right." Then she turned to him. "Why are you defending him anyways?" She asked. "After everything he did to me and my mom and you're defending him?" She asked getting up from the bed.
"I'm not defending him Buffy. All I'm saying is that he loves you."
"Angel. You show love by saying the word or by hugs, you don't show you love someone by slapping them around." She said tears forming behind her eyes.
Angle rose from the bed and moved toward her. "Buffy, I'm sorry. I shouldn't.." He said grabbing her and hugging her. "I didn't mean to upset you."
Buffy laid her head on his chest. "I know. I'm sorry for blowing up at you. I just. God I hate him so much. I don't even know why my mom made me come here."
"How bout next year, I go to Sunnydale?"
"I like that idea." She said yawning.
"Wanna sleep?" He said pulling her toward the bed.
"Yeah, maybe I should sleep in my own bed, you don't seem very tired."
"Sleep." He said pushing her down on the bed. "I'll watch you."
"That's kinda creepy." She said as she lay on his bed.
"How's that?"
"It just is." She said yawning again.
"No more talk. Just rest." He said kissing her forehead and pulling her into his arms. "Rest." He whispered. A few minutes later he too was off to dream land.
"So Hank, how's work?" Mr. Callahan asked later that night at dinner.
"Oh, well. How's the business going for you Chris?"
"Good."
"We hardly see you anymore Hank." Mrs. Callahan said as she served him some mashed potatoes.
"Well business has been booming and so I've been on a lot of trips lately." Hank said as he took the offered plate.
"Oh really?" She asked as she served Buffy.
"Yes. I recently went to Spain for a week. I just got back from France last night. And may I thank you for watching out for Buffy in my absence. I'm sorry I wasn't here. But thank you for watching over her and letting her stay here with you for the past few days." He said taking a bite of his roast beef. "Wow, Elizabeth, this is fabulous."
"Oh why thank you. And it was no trouble at all. We've missed dear Buffy since she and Joyce moved to Sunnydale. I know Angel has missed her terribly." She said smiling at Buffy and Angel.
"Yes, Buffy is welcomed at our home anytime. She's always been like a daughter to us." Chris Callahan said taking a sip of his soda.
"Well thank you just the same. I've missed her too." He said smiling at his daughter.
Buffy just gave Hank a tight lipped smile as she continued to eat her dinner.
After dinner, Buffy and Angel went upstairs to Angel's room while the adults stayed downstairs. Hank and Chris in the living room watching a baseball game and Elizabeth in the kitchen cleaning up the dinner dishes.
"You okay?" Angel asked as he laid next to his friend on the bed.
"I hate when he does that." Is all she said as she hugged Mr. Floppy, the ragged stuffed dog she had given to Angel when they were ten. She had given him Mr. Floppy and he had given her Mr. Gordo.
"Does what?" He asked as he played with her hair.
"Pretends like he cares about my well being." She said turning over to face him.
"He does Buffy, you know that." Angel replied. He lifted her chin so that she was looking into his eyes. "He loves you. He just doesn't know how to show it."
Buffy huffed and turned around, her back facing Angel. "Yeah right." Then she turned to him. "Why are you defending him anyways?" She asked. "After everything he did to me and my mom and you're defending him?" She asked getting up from the bed.
"I'm not defending him Buffy. All I'm saying is that he loves you."
"Angel. You show love by saying the word or by hugs, you don't show you love someone by slapping them around." She said tears forming behind her eyes.
Angle rose from the bed and moved toward her. "Buffy, I'm sorry. I shouldn't.." He said grabbing her and hugging her. "I didn't mean to upset you."
Buffy laid her head on his chest. "I know. I'm sorry for blowing up at you. I just. God I hate him so much. I don't even know why my mom made me come here."
"How bout next year, I go to Sunnydale?"
"I like that idea." She said yawning.
"Wanna sleep?" He said pulling her toward the bed.
"Yeah, maybe I should sleep in my own bed, you don't seem very tired."
"Sleep." He said pushing her down on the bed. "I'll watch you."
"That's kinda creepy." She said as she lay on his bed.
"How's that?"
"It just is." She said yawning again.
"No more talk. Just rest." He said kissing her forehead and pulling her into his arms. "Rest." He whispered. A few minutes later he too was off to dream land.