||[Aug. 16th, 2006|09:21 pm]
Well, I tried to stay at the bloody mall for as long as I could. I wanted to give Lindsey and Cordy some privacy. I'm still having mixed feelings about all this.
Don't get me wrong, I'm very happy that they're...uh...together, together. I'm glad that Cordelia has overcome her fear so soon and that it's with Lindsey.
Actually, I think the latter is the problem. It's a two way street. One the one hand I can understand that she'd feel safer with him sooner because Cordy and I have known each other longer and it may get...awkward.
But then there's the fact that we've known each other longer.
After all the drama and listening to my girls cry, it was good to see them smile again. I took them to the mall. Yes, voluntarily. Alicia got a new pair of slipper like shoes. Marilee some books, we managed to find some games for that computer console thing for the telly and apparently Dennis likes to play Parcheesi? Anyway, we got that as well.
I managed to talk Alicia out of a haircut. Good lord, she wanted it short and snappy?
We went to McDonald's, yes I still loathe that place, and grabbed a bite to eat. What's with the 'Superman' toys? Ridiculous. I'm also going to have to ask Lindsey to tell them once again that he *doesn't* own the place.
When we got home, Cordy and Lindsey were...there too.
And looking at me funny? Maybe they feel guilty? Which is silly, because I told them I'm happy for both. With both. I love them both, and I'm happy for them both.
I couldn't be happier.
With Lindsey free from that bloody firm, I think it's high time we got the Pryce-Agency of the ground.
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.