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[mimesere]

Gunn found him in one of the rooms, sitting on the bed with his hands clasped tightly between his knees.

Wesley spoke softly, not bothering to look up. "Have you ever woken up in the morning and realized that life has passed you by?"

"I dunno," said Gunn. He shrugged. "No."

"I have. I don't especially recommend the experience."

"Wes--"

Wesley glanced at him. "How is Fred?"

"She's good, man. And if you actually say you care, I will call you a liar to your face."

Wesley nodded. "I'm leaving in the morning."

"You're--"

"Leaving. You are a bright man, Gunn. And it's not a *difficult* word." He smiled and, for what was maybe the first time since they'd met, Gunn wanted to hit him.

"So you're running away."

"Making a strategic retreat."

"Running away like a rank-ass--"

"Gunn--"

"--fucking *coward*--"

"Charles," said Wesley quietly.

Gunn looked away.

Comments

[spike21.livejournal.com]

ow! but also right on. Wesley needs to get out of that place. It's killing him.

[tenebraeli.livejournal.com]

**sigh** Yeah, it's pretty much like that. I'm having a hard time remembering when they actually did justice to his character on that show. I think it's high time for "Wesley, Rogue-Demon-Hunter" the spinoff.

[obsessedmuch.livejournal.com]

Ouch. And yes. And more please. Please? I could beg.