Blake was not up to no good! He was just being sneaky. That wasn’t the same. As he waited for Godric to finish doing whatever it was that was taking him so long, the demon brought out the sprig and twirled it in his fingers, watching the white beads dance against the green. It was almost hypnotic. That’s when it struck him – he could do what he needed to do via hypnotherapy, not necessarily meditation! This was definitely an avenue to explore and he popped the end of the mistletoe into his mouth, twirling it in his teeth as he considered the options.
Grumbling, Wesley slumped down the stairs like a man dejected. With a huge sigh he leant his forehead against Godric’s shoulder, applying his weight against the vampire. Was Mandy taking it out of him - maybe slightly. He looked defeated and completely drained. “Can you please find a gun and point it at my head?” he mumbled, poutily. “You know just pull the trigger and then I can go back to being peaceful and not running around after a problem daughter who wants to yell at me on Christmas Day for just... asking her if she’s ok.”
“Am I getting special tea?” Blake enquired from the living room, a hint of a smile to his voice. “I hope I’m getting special tea... I could have travelled back to India, you slowpoke.”