What happened? You get lost in there or something? (Of course we're here. We've been coming up with seriously improbable theories as to why you're acting funny, Watcher-boy.)
Aw. I can't be responsible for the restaurant that's responsible for giving out tiny plastic Lex Luther's? C'mon...
And I may be the newest employee, but I fully intend to veto that title, Mr. Pryce-Agency. *grin*
Oh, next time *you* can take the girls shopping and *then* you can talk. (Funny? I'm not acting funny. Whatever made you think that? I'm-- I'm happy. For you both.)
And now I seriously think you are. Nevertheless, tell them you do not own the bloody fast-gorge place.
Why not? It has a nice, short ring about it. We wouldn't want people to confuse it with some fast food restaurant now do we? ;-)
I'm just messing with you. You done good, Wes. I haven't seen Alicia smile that big for awhile now. (You're acting funny right this second, man. And if you don't stop vague-ing around and tell us what's going on in your head, things are gonna get a whole lot less happy.)
If I have to... ;-P
Now, that's what we in American like to call a cheap shot, buster. *smile* I don't know. I was thinking we should go with something a little less 'Come and get us, Wolfram & Hart!'
And Marilee. I'm worried about her. All that violence seems to have been a bit of a set back to her. Maybe I should... look into therapy after all? I don't know. What do you think? I should ask Cordy too. (What? I'm not being vague. I'm just happy dammit! You both moved on to the...errr...next stage, and that's good. Right? I'm not upset, I don't see why you two should be)
Yes. You have to.
And don't stick your tongue out at me unless you intent to follow up on that.
Are you saying I'm...cheap? WH already know us, they know what we do, they know where to find us. And aren't they 'supposed' to be all good now? I like 'The Pryce-Agency'. I shudder to think what you would come up with, I've no idea why though.
I think going to a nice normal kindergarten class is going to do more for her than all the therapy in Hollywood could ever do. Just my two cents. (The next stage? ... Wait, you're talking the 'next-stage' stage??
I had sex with Cordelia and I missed it?!)
Oh, I've got intentions alright. *smirk*
You're just being stubborn. C'mon... the Pryce Agency? We're going to sound like a bunch of accountants! And you can shudder all you want. You're still gonna get voted down by the other two-thirds of the company.
She watched her parents get murdered by common muggers in front of her eyes. I just had to tell her Uncle Angel, Aunt Fred *and* Aunt Faith died without getting into details, because quite frankly they still confuse even me. I don't think sending her off to kindergarten class is going to work. In fact she seems not to want to leave the house without any of us.
And for what it's worth, which probably isn't a whole lot considering, I'm sorry. I was just happy for you both and I thought... well never mind, it's not important.
Kids are strong, and your girls are no exception, Wes. I'd say it's naturally that she's shaken up right now. Everyone is. But this too shall pass, and I think the best thing that we could ever give her is a shot at a normal life. I'm still working on the definition of 'normal', of course, but that'll come. *smile*
It's important. And not just because I get to watch you and Cordy go about five different shades of red. We've been through a couple seriously strange talks, man. Believe me, I could've handled this one. (I know I've let you both down before. But I'm trying, Wes. I want you to be able to trust me.)
I know they are strong. After all, we survived our childhood as well didn't we? I just do not want her to go through the same things I did. I'm sure asking a professional for help couldn't harm. She didn't even cry when I told her Angel and...just about everyone else had died. Just started at me.
What is this talk of trust? Where do you get the idea that I don't trust you? Let me repeat what I told Cordelia.
Just for the record. I did *not* run out, nor did I run *away*. I merrily didn't want you to feel crowded and wanted to give you both some privacy. The girls needed something to do to get their mind of things that were going on so I took the opportunity to get two in one, so to speak.
I was not upset, nor was I avoiding either of you. Considering the fact that you were busy, there was nothing to avoid. I *am* or rather *was* happy for you both. I was not uncomfortable, err... though now that I know what was going on, I am.
I am *sorry* you seem to think that I was upset, or uncomfortable or anything of the kind. I'm *sorry* that I upset and Lindsey both, I just thought you wanted some privacy. I still don't see anything wrong with that.
Er, you'll have to replace 'Lindsey' with 'Cordelia' obviously.
I love you both so much it hurts, and I never thought that was going to happen to me. But there was nothing to talk about. I was perfectly happy to wait until you were both ready to either tell me, or invite me.
Or well, the latter probably not, considering my issues
Well, I wouldn't exactly go using us as examples of well-adjusted mental stability. *smile* It's your call, and I'll support you in whatever you choose. (We've just got to be careful who she goes chatting to, considering the things that she's seen. But I know you've already thought of that.)
You copy-and-pasted me? *laugh*
Listen, buddy-boy. If I ever get either of you into bed to do more than cuddle, I'm gonna be singing my triumph from the rooftops. Um. Figuratively. And I sure as hell wouldn't be sneaking around behind anyone's back about it. That's where I need you to trust me. If I'm going to do something that I think you might not be 100% cool with, I'd run it by you. (I'm not grumpy because of what you did, Wes. It's what you thought you had to do it that bothers me here.)
When did you get it in your head that you're the unwanted part of the equation? You really think I'm following you around making bedroom-eyes at you because I'm not attracted? (Cordy's gonna call me a perv again... *laugh*) If loving us ever hurts, we're doing something wrong.
Y'know, I'm getting kinda tired of you being 'happy for us both'. Especially when I have no idea what you have to be happy about and any attempts at asking you what it is have you backpedalling so far you almost fall over.
So I'm not talking to you. This is me giving you the silent treatment. Granted, I'm not doing very well but until you tell me what the hell is going on? This is it.
I'm so glad you agree with the name for our family agency, Cordelia my love.
And what is wrong with my being happy for you both? I thought you liked me happy?
I agree with--HEY! I so do NOT agree with that! Chase-Agency all the way - sorry, Wes.
I love you being 'happy' - I just wish you could be happy for all of us instead of just two of us and--I'm technically still not talking to you!
What's going on, Wes?
Chase-Agency? I'm terribly sorry, Cordelia, but that sounds like some bureau for runaways.
*Don't* hit me! At least I didn't add 'Wyndam' to it this time. Because really, 'Wyndam' does not give a nice ring to anything. What's wrong with 'Pryce'?
I'm-I'm just happy that you both made the ah... obvious next step. I can't be happy about that for you both? Because I am. Honest. -- Good, then I'm technically not hearing you.
Nothing. Why should there be something going on? I took the girls shopping, it's not all *that* strange. They needed some cheering up after all the bloody drama.
It does not! Hello! Chase says... Like, refinement a-and stuff! Pryce just sounds weird. How about Chase-Pryce-McDonald? Or is that a little too law-firmish?
There was NO step you giant doofus! Alicia dropped you in it. I can't believe you think that I'd-- That we'd-- Without you. God!
Yeah, try that 'nothing's going on' thing again. God. And I agree they needed cheering up but...going shopping without me? *pouts* Shopping is like my whole life!
Pryce sounds perfectly refined too. And sophisticated, with 'Y'. In Pryce, I mean. Isn't Chase-Pryce-McDonald a bit long? How about PCM?
Beg your pardon? Alicia did *what*?
I'm sorry. Er. Maybe you and Lindsey can go shopping soon? Or you and Alicia, I'm she wont mind.
Though our wallet might. We need to start our business soon.
Pffft. It's a joint business thing. It should have all our names a-- Doesn't that sound a bit like PMS? The Agency Where Everyone Is Cranky. *snorts*
Yeah, Wes. She gave up your little game. I can't believe you!
Are you kidding me? After this little mishap it's gonna take you months of shopping trips to make up for it. *eyes you*
Hey, I'm all for starting up our business. I'm becoming Queen of the Daytime TV and that's NEVER good.