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Wesley had only ever really had one coping mechanism. Just one, and not a very good one, either.
It involved sitting and drinking expensive scotch in the dark. It wasn't healthy, but it was what he did.
He had never considered that it might be interrupted by someone knocking on the door, though; for a brief moment, he thought of Karla, and the time she'd interrupted his grief over the Hunger Games. That was ridiculous, though. No one was going to do that now. Not unless it was Charles coming up to ask him to find someplace else to live from now on.
The voice wasn't Gunn's, though. It was Fred's.
( ''Wesley? Wesley, it's me.'' )
[[last one from 3x06 "billy." OW OW OW.]]
It involved sitting and drinking expensive scotch in the dark. It wasn't healthy, but it was what he did.
He had never considered that it might be interrupted by someone knocking on the door, though; for a brief moment, he thought of Karla, and the time she'd interrupted his grief over the Hunger Games. That was ridiculous, though. No one was going to do that now. Not unless it was Charles coming up to ask him to find someplace else to live from now on.
The voice wasn't Gunn's, though. It was Fred's.
( ''Wesley? Wesley, it's me.'' )
[[last one from 3x06 "billy." OW OW OW.]]
