"Somehow I doubt the Powers That Be orchestrated this whole thing with the Wolfram & Hart building just so they could send me Beth," Angel pointed out. But he knew he wasn't winning this argument, which just made him even sulkier. He set his mug of blood down on the coffee table so he could cross his arms over his chest and pout some more. "I know we're not cursed. It's just... it's too hard to keep watching everyone around me die. At least if Beth and I aren't together, then I'll have some distance when she goes too." Which was obviously a lie, but he said it anyway. "And actually, I did lose Spike. I mean, he's not dead, but... he's gone. He left town a few days ago. Because of me." Angel didn't care anymore that he wasn't supposed to mention that. He had enough other lies to maintain, and besides, if he couldn't trust Wesley, who could he trust? "Everything keeps going wrong, Wes. And I don't know what to do about any of it."