And now Wesley felt like an idiot. He closed the book and looked up at her, the bags under his eyes matching the ones under hers. "I -- I don't believe so, actually," he admitted. "I'm not sure if there's even anything I can do, but it's just--"
He cut himself off and shook his head, not wanting to go into it.
"Regardless." Wesley cleared his throat, aiming for a tone of someone who was capable and not completely stumped by his research. "How are you?"
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Date: 2011-11-20 03:54 pm (UTC)He cut himself off and shook his head, not wanting to go into it.
"Regardless." Wesley cleared his throat, aiming for a tone of someone who was capable and not completely stumped by his research. "How are you?"