illyria is a very inspirational person (godking) wrote in utr_logs,
"Agreed," Wesley said, nodding. "No more bullshit." Oh lord...if his father could hear him talking like that...Faith really was a terrible influence on him. He found he rather liked that. His eyes widened briefly as she mentioned actually looking for an apron like that, but he felt secure in the knowledge she wouldn't find it. "Very well. If you find it, I'll wear it." But only around their flat. He smiled to himself. Their flat. It had a nice ring to it.
"Letting go is sometimes harder than it should be," he said. "But I feel like he's let go more than he even realises." He didn't elaborate, not wanting to seem depressing. "And, in any case, this is a new start. For the both of us." Especially as it seemed Rupert wasn't the man Faith would expect him to be. "Feel up to patrolling tonight?" he asked, leaning back against the wall. "It's a new reality, yes...but there's probably still things to kill."
He took the menu from her and glanced over it, shaking his head at her comment. He pointed out what he wanted, handing the menu back to her. It felt almost domestic, if you didn't consider that this whole exchange had been preceded by him warding his flat and the two of them sparring.