Wes stared into his glass of Scotch. Life wasn't looking as good as it could have right now.
Granted, Fred was here. And that made the whole situation bearable. More than bearable. He thought she was dead, and that he would be dead, and they would never get to develop their relationship as they deserved. And yet, here he was with her.
Sort of with her. If by with her, it was meant that she came from a time before they admitted their feelings for each other and shared countless experiences running Angel Investigations and Wolfram & Hart.
So it was really like starting from scratch again. Fred was barely back to speaking English and not hiding under tables, while he remembered her body being slowly killed to prepare the way for an old god of immense power. Not exactly on the same page, but he was trying. Trying to recapture what they had started to have. But she was a little wary and he was much more cynical than she remembered. So it really was starting new.
"Yea, here's to second chances. For what it's worth." Wesley muttered to himself and downed his glass of Lagavulin.