illyria is a very inspirational person (godking) wrote in utr_logs,
"A: I'm British," Wesley said with a small smile, "so you should be used to things like that from Giles. B: Well...you're quite right...I'll refrain from casting further aspersions on my abilities as a teacher." And yes, he was using big words just to annoy her, complete with a cheeky smirk. He shook his head at her. "I very much doubt there's an apron like that in existence. The council didn't exactly have a gift shop."
He looked down again, flushing slightly, and nearly apologised for apologising, when he realised how ridiculous that would be. "There's nothing 'just' about you, Faith," he assured her. "But...I...Angel...he's a good man, and I owe him a lot...but I think if he were here? I couldn't do that again? Our friendship was rather more broken than either of us was willing to admit." He still wasn't quite sure he could forgive Angel messing with his memories. With the real memories, would he have ever joined Wolfram and Hart? And if not, would Fred still be alive?
But now wasn't the time for maudlin thoughts. "Oh stop it," he said dryly, "you're making me blush."