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"You should've been the one to save the damsel, not Angel."
And that, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, was one of the many moments in which there were no reservations, no doubts or fears or guilt at all about Dawn. How very well she knew me. How startlingly well she understood poor, second-best Wesley, and made him feel like the hero. How very easy it was to want her.
There was no denying it, no rationalizing or explaining it away. It was the truth, for better or worse, and I was accepting that and all the many difficulties that were sure to accompany it. I'd yet to spend very much time on the rightness or goodness of the decision, only of its practical reality. Moral deliberations would wait. But not for long, I imagined.
Dinner progressed quite pleasantly, with Dawn spending almost the entire duration with her feet touching mine, and glancing up most meaningfully. The food was, as I recalled it, most excellent, though both of us decided to forgo the would-be-traditional garlic ice cream. Instead, as we drove back to my apartment, I stopped at a market for a few moments to pick up fresh ice cream-- chocolate this time.
Again reduced to playing beast of burden, I packed myself up with Dawn's purchases and scaled the stairs up to the apartment. Once inside, I all but dropped the load on the bed, and collapsed onto the sofa to rest. From there, I watched as Dawn began to sort through her new clothes, and noted that I'd need to purchase some sort of dresser or something for them.
A beeping caught my attention, and I turned to find my phone's message light on. Playing it, Cordelia's recorded voice reminded me that AI was indeed open for business tomorrow, and that it was my turn to buy donuts.
Smiling as I hit 'erase', I began to consider what might be the most prudent way to introduce the idea of Dawn's 'internship' with the agency. She would be strictly forbidden to go into the field, and would have minimum contact with any dangers that might occur in the office. I wasn't sure how everyone would take it, but I was determined to win them over.
Slipping off my shoes, I stretched out on the sofa and continued to watch Dawn, something that had become a most favorite pastime.
((Open to Dawn))
And that, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, was one of the many moments in which there were no reservations, no doubts or fears or guilt at all about Dawn. How very well she knew me. How startlingly well she understood poor, second-best Wesley, and made him feel like the hero. How very easy it was to want her.
There was no denying it, no rationalizing or explaining it away. It was the truth, for better or worse, and I was accepting that and all the many difficulties that were sure to accompany it. I'd yet to spend very much time on the rightness or goodness of the decision, only of its practical reality. Moral deliberations would wait. But not for long, I imagined.
Dinner progressed quite pleasantly, with Dawn spending almost the entire duration with her feet touching mine, and glancing up most meaningfully. The food was, as I recalled it, most excellent, though both of us decided to forgo the would-be-traditional garlic ice cream. Instead, as we drove back to my apartment, I stopped at a market for a few moments to pick up fresh ice cream-- chocolate this time.
Again reduced to playing beast of burden, I packed myself up with Dawn's purchases and scaled the stairs up to the apartment. Once inside, I all but dropped the load on the bed, and collapsed onto the sofa to rest. From there, I watched as Dawn began to sort through her new clothes, and noted that I'd need to purchase some sort of dresser or something for them.
A beeping caught my attention, and I turned to find my phone's message light on. Playing it, Cordelia's recorded voice reminded me that AI was indeed open for business tomorrow, and that it was my turn to buy donuts.
Smiling as I hit 'erase', I began to consider what might be the most prudent way to introduce the idea of Dawn's 'internship' with the agency. She would be strictly forbidden to go into the field, and would have minimum contact with any dangers that might occur in the office. I wasn't sure how everyone would take it, but I was determined to win them over.
Slipping off my shoes, I stretched out on the sofa and continued to watch Dawn, something that had become a most favorite pastime.
((Open to Dawn))
