Well, you could be Super Book-Guy, but we've got Giles flying in. And you could handle the mystical aspects of said mess, but Willow's out here. We just spent the last I don't know how long thinking that the next phone call we got was going to be about you. You could be plenty useful just by being here for a bit, Wes.
Go shower, man. We're not going anywhere.
Oh. He-he is? Oh but.. I just. ::Sigh:: Alright, I'll...just go shower and...shower.
And it wasn't my fault I couldn't call you both, as I've been trying to explain for the last, oh, half hour. I'm sorry I couldn't call.
How many British smart guys does it take to screw in a lightbulb...?
And as I've evidently been doing a piss-poor job of explaining, I don't really give a damn if you were off feeding the homeless in a Third World country. You scared the hell out of me. And you're a prick for not coming home when I asked you. So there.
That isn't funny.
You know I had to this, Lindsey. She was...is...was
dammit my friend. I wish you'd understand that. It's not my fault my cell phone got smashed, I would've called home if I could. I was to busy trying not to drown however. Which was extremely frightening. I am not going near any water ever again
I'm sorry I frightened you, love. And Cordelia as well. But it *was* something I had to do. I had every intention of calling in ever hour, I didn't want you both to go through a night like...that last one.
Oh for crying out loud. This isn't a case of you being replaced. This is us calling for back up, which we should've done before anyone else got hurt.
Believe me, I feel plenty guilt for feeling this way at a time like this. Just... please, stay somewhere I can see for you for the next little bit while we get this sorted out, okay?
I love you, Wes. Kept wanting to tell you that yesterday. So I'm saying it now.
Isn't it? Well no, in order to be replaced you need to be replaceable doesn't one? And yes, they should have.
After my shower, which I shall take soon before Cordelia glares me to death, I shall be sitting at the table in the living room. If you stand up you can see me behind the pile of books. Alright?
Why didn't you? I love you to, never doubt that.
No fear of that... you're one of a kind. (Pride, bravado, whatever. We didn't and now we're down three good guys. To hell with politics, I say we call in anyone who's willing to help.)
Yeah. That'd be alright. *smile*
Because I might be acting cool and collected here (sarcasm...) but I'm as much of a mess as anyone right now. Sorry for inflicting that on you two. Thank you.
No, I meant I wasn't 'placed' in the first... never mind. (Let's...not talk about that right now. I don't think it's actually sank in yet)
Well good. I'll try not to pile them up to high, especially for you.
Oh I see. Well, you're very cool and collected Don't thank me, it's not exactly a task, love.
You've got a place. Need us to remind you? (Okay. I know.)
Are you making fun of me, Stretch? Because I will come over there.
Wait... Dennis wasn't hinting at anything was he? You're particularly hard to sulk around, you know that?
I wasn't talking about here. I know I have a place here. (Thank you)
Now would I dare to do such a thing? And why *don't* you come over here? Just to make sure I'm actually sitting here, behind my books and not... Off elsewhere.
Dennis? Oh, no of course not Any particular reason for that?
That's what matters... isn't it?
Oh, you would dare. And I think I just might do that. I need to see if you meet the Cordelia Chase Standard of Cleanliness after that dip in the Pacific so she can come back in here.
Nope. Just checking.