"Looks like it's just you and me," Connor said to his father, as he set the vampire's leg for him.
"Looks like," Angel agreed dimly. It had been a long, tough battle. So many were dead. Spike, Gunn, both were gone. Illyria had survived, barely, but taken her leave before the dust had even settled.
"What am I?"
Connor and Angel both looked up. Connor's eyes filled with surprise, and Angel's with shame. "Wes." Angel said softly.
"What am I?" Wesley insisted. "I died," he told Connor matter-of-factly. "And yet, here I am, walking, talking... Angel, I'm so hungry."
Angel sighed. "Connor, go to the fridge and get your uncle Wes a snack pack. I've got a lot of explaining to do."
"Angel," Connor said warily. "Dad..."
"Just go," Angel said quietly. "Wes, have a seat."
"You told me you loved me," Wes said. "But... if you loved me, why couldn't you let me go?"
"Wesley -"
"I'm a monster."
Angel frowned. "Yeah. Sorry 'bout that."
"I want..." Wesley began, searching for the words. "I want to hurt you."
"Can it wait 'til my leg heals?" Angel asked, shifting uncomfortably.
"I want to hurt you," Wesley continued, "but I can't. What's wrong with me?"
"I - it's my soul," Angel said weakly. "You're... you're tainted. I wasn't thinking."
"Why couldn't you let me die?" Wesley demanded.
"Because I didn't want to live without you, okay?" Angel wanted to kick something, but with his leg in its current state he figured that was a bad idea. "What do you want, Wes? Do you want to be dead again? Do you want a soul? I can make that happen for you, if that's what you want." He was vaguely aware of how desperate he sounded. "Anything you want, Wes. Anything."
"Angel..."
"Wes?"
"I want..."
"Yeah?"
"I want you."
"Dude, that's gross, guys," Connor commented, tossing Angel a bag of O+. "Get a room, will you?"