Wesley was so glad that they were going to be able to deal with Spike's problem that day. He didn't think he was going to be able to handle it much longer if those two were constantly fighting because Spike couldn't go anywhere.
Heading into the lab, Wesley was about to ask his daughter what Fred was doing when she ran out to hug him, but before he could, she was talking about Fred being mad and time outs and groundings. Confused, he looked down at her. No books? What in the world...?
"But it all happened last night and--oh, bugger," he groaned. He was going to kill Spike and Angel.
He looked up at Fred when she came out of her office, talking about relegating both him and Rupert to the couch. "Fred," he said, feeling a bit hurt, especially when she brushed them off and talked about them making more trouble. He would have told Fred, but she had been asleep by the time he had got home and gone by the time he had woken up. Did she really think that he had purposely kept this from her?
Sighing, he shook his head - he knew Regan found this funny, but after the night he'd had dealing with Spike and Angel, he didn't find it especially amusing. "I'm sorry. I didn't have a chance to tell you because you were asleep after I was out at midnight trying to deal with two vampires about ready to kill each other and take apart your lab. I thought I'd have a chance to tell you this morning, but I didn't." He looked over at Rupert. "I'm going upstairs to get the ingredients for spell."