Wesley winced as Gwen's words came. It didn't matter that he'd known and accepted the response as soon as the words had tumbled from him, and it didn't matter that he should have faced them with the resolve of a man who'd accepted his fate. He deserved whatever she dished out at him, whether it would have been the sharp words, a slap to the face or even a dose of her powers. "You have nothing to apologise for," he insisted. "I'm the one who should be sorry. Is sorry."
"I am. I mean, I am going to sort it out," Wesley insisted, "but not with her. That's not what I want.
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Date: 2008-10-13 06:45 am (UTC)"I am. I mean, I am going to sort it out," Wesley insisted, "but not with her. That's not what I want.