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illyria is a very inspirational person (godking) wrote in utr_logs,

"I'll remember," he assured her. It was hardly as if he was prone to whining these days, though he wouldn't deny it had been a habit in his time in Sunnydale. He thought of something and gave her an amused smile. "Just to clarify the terms," he said innocently, "am I to wear anything else, or just the apron?" He felt a momentary flash of guilt, but pushed it aside. Fred would never have wanted him to shut himself off completely. He needed to be able to make jokes without feeling like he was betraying her memory.

"Angel pushes more than you might think," he said softly, feeling a stinging of guilt at the memories of the vampire who had become one of his most trusted friends. That trust clearly wasn't mutual. He forced the thoughts aside again. He was dwelling again. "I imagine that would be rather frustrating, but at least with all those Slayers, you couldn't be expected to be in all places at once, destroying all the multiple evils out there. That must have been some relief."

He looked over at her. "I was given the option of returning to the council," he told her, "albeit by a cyborg impersonating my father...I pity Rupert, by the way, for having to deal with him on a regular basis...or perhaps I don't. I sometimes wonder how things would have been different, if I'd joined you lot rather than Wolfram and Hart." He shook his head. "Sorry...idle musings." He let her order and then when she mentioned weapons, he gestured to a closed cabinet in the corner. "It was one of the first things I did," he said. "I don't like being ill prepared, and the individual I replaced does not seem to be lacking in way of funds."