I don’t want to ask myself why; I don’t want to know the answer—but if I didn’t come back wrong, what the hell am I doing?
Watching Our Decay
08/10/2011The man doesn’t even look the same. None of that yielding need that made Gunn want to keep him safe. Nah, this man looks like the sort mommas warn you about.
Upside Down
08/10/2011Lilah looked at the address she’d written down. She could make it there in fifteen minutes, ten if she didn’t miss any lights. That left her plenty of time to get ready.
Until the End of the World (You Ungrateful Bloodsucking Bastard)
08/10/2011Oh yes, he will be mine…
Undone
08/10/2011“But, whatever. Yeah. You look nice. For you.”
Doyle grins at the almost compliment. “Think I should bill Angel?”
Unmade
08/10/2011The sharpened pieces of wood inside his coat sleeves weigh his arms down like lead or guilt.
Ten Tips for Getting Your Man to Commit
08/10/2011Wesley confesses about four girly drinks into the night, and Gunn’s glad they left Cordelia behind this time, because one mopey woman giving off the just-been-dumped vibe’s enough for him.
Song From the Wrong Side of Town
08/10/2011One shape’s kinda tall, kinda skinny, kinda Wesley. The other one has his back to her, but she figures it’s Angel.