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Angel. (broodypants) wrote in wariscoming,

"Billy? That's the last thing you remember?" Angel's frown slid into an expression of concern, his eyebrows arching. She'd missed a lot -- Darla hadn't even arrived yet, pregnant with Connor, for her -- but the most important was that she hadn't become part-demon yet. Which meant that unless she'd found some kind of cure here, she was dying. Her visions were killing her. Maybe she knew it already, maybe she didn't, but given how long she'd kept her migraine medications a secret from him, she definitely knew something was going wrong.

He'd been about to start inspecting her head (as if vampire vision would somehow allow him to see inside it) when she presented him with the necklace. It took him a second to pull out of his thoughts and catch up with what she was saying; for a second there, he'd been really confused by her choice of gift. "Oh. Thanks." He slipped the cord over his head, letting the pendant fall inside the collar of his dress shirt. Demon possession. Great. He was sort of hoping their days of worrying about possessions -- demonic or godly or otherwise -- were over, but apparently not. Did Cordelia even know about Jasmine? Connor could have told her, although that would've been pretty awkward for the kid so Angel sort of hoped he hadn't.

"So, um. I'm not sure how much you've heard about the future, but I'm from 2003. And... if you don't know about it, you're probably gonna want an explanation on the Wolfram & Hart thing..." Which he was not looking forward to giving -- somehow he suspected she wouldn't approve, especially if she didn't know about Connor -- but at least he could tell her he was fairly certain they succeeded in taking down the law firm eventually? Based on what he'd gathered from Connor's story, anyway. Maybe that would help.