[ he's used to Buffy getting distracted, and clearly she's excited to know something her Watcher doesn't, but the longer she goes without inviting him in, the more awkward Angel feels. eventually she gets there though, and Angel's shoulders slump a little in relief that he won't have to remind her.
he always feels so big when he's near Buffy, awkward and cumbersome, and it's no different now, as he tries to walk through the doorway, stay as far away from her as possible, while trying to make it look like he's not consciously avoiding touching her. once he's inside the room, he's not really sure what to do. it's clear which bed is Buffy's - even without the books, her scent is stronger, although he can smell Willow in the whole room, too; it's both irritating to his primal senses because it dilutes Buffy's scent, while also being comforting, because he likes Willow, no matter how she might currently feel about him.
hesitantly moving to the spot she cleared, Angel slowly sits down, and can't help how his body immediately relaxes. he sits, and watches her, and listens, and he can't get rid of the fond little smile even if he tried. so he doesn't. ]
It was fine. [ he's not--okay, he is laughing at her a little, but he appreciates that she's feeling just as awkward as he is; which ironically makes him feel less awkward. ] I had to let Cordelia know I was leaving the city, so I'm sure she's gonna give me the third degree when I get back, but--I just-- [ he sighed, glancing down. he reaches over and pulls her pillow over, plucking at the case and enjoying the plume of scent it releases every time. ] I think I just-- needed to get out, get away, for a while. It's not like I'm stuck in my apartment all the time, but... [ he glances at her ruefully from under his lashes. ] It's not like I'm going out for social calls or parties every night, either.
[ Doyle was good at getting him to go out, he thinks, a scowl slowly forming. Cordelia's brand of teasing him to go out is a little too mean-spirited half the time, and Wesley's so eager to stick around, he wouldn't dare say something to offend Angel. ]
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he always feels so big when he's near Buffy, awkward and cumbersome, and it's no different now, as he tries to walk through the doorway, stay as far away from her as possible, while trying to make it look like he's not consciously avoiding touching her. once he's inside the room, he's not really sure what to do. it's clear which bed is Buffy's - even without the books, her scent is stronger, although he can smell Willow in the whole room, too; it's both irritating to his primal senses because it dilutes Buffy's scent, while also being comforting, because he likes Willow, no matter how she might currently feel about him.
hesitantly moving to the spot she cleared, Angel slowly sits down, and can't help how his body immediately relaxes. he sits, and watches her, and listens, and he can't get rid of the fond little smile even if he tried. so he doesn't. ]
It was fine. [ he's not--okay, he is laughing at her a little, but he appreciates that she's feeling just as awkward as he is; which ironically makes him feel less awkward. ] I had to let Cordelia know I was leaving the city, so I'm sure she's gonna give me the third degree when I get back, but--I just-- [ he sighed, glancing down. he reaches over and pulls her pillow over, plucking at the case and enjoying the plume of scent it releases every time. ] I think I just-- needed to get out, get away, for a while. It's not like I'm stuck in my apartment all the time, but... [ he glances at her ruefully from under his lashes. ] It's not like I'm going out for social calls or parties every night, either.
[ Doyle was good at getting him to go out, he thinks, a scowl slowly forming. Cordelia's brand of teasing him to go out is a little too mean-spirited half the time, and Wesley's so eager to stick around, he wouldn't dare say something to offend Angel. ]