Ghost in the Room (Not Dennis) ((RP for _freaksrus))

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Wesley stared at the door to his apartment, the apprehension that tightened his shoulders making him feel not only on edge, but utterly ridiculous for being tense in the first place. He was a grown man, an adult in an adult relationship with a smart, self-assured and reasonable woman. There was no logical reason for him to feel this kind of pressure simply discussing with Gwen the fact that Fred was back amongst them all. It was what he had told himself over and over since Gwen had said she would be over.

But Wesley wondered if what he and Gwen had was as strong and sure as he had been hoping. Every time they met, things had seemed that much more comfortable and familiar with her for him, and it became just that much easier to stop wondering when the other shoe would drop, and they might just be able to keep going as they were going.

He cursed himself a fool for thinking momentum lasted forever.

One thing Wesley knew was that he was not about to tell Gwen that he was leaving and taking back up with Fred. The simple and undeniable fact that the hadn't already told him that he had made his choice. He hoped that was what it meant. Still waiting, Wesley heard the sound of the cupboard in the kitchen opening and glasses being set on the table, followed by the more solid sound of a bottle. "Thank you, Dennis," Wesley said, smirking despite his nerves, "I think you're right."

The knock came immediately after, and Wesley answered, letting Gwen's presence put a genuine smile on his face. "Hello, there."

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Gwen, if she were honest, would have agreed with Buffy that she and Wesley needed to talk. Probably past time to talk but when was Gwen ever honest. She would admit, if only to herself, that she was nervous about 'the talk'. For the first time in her life, she'd put herself out there and she was waiting for it to bite her on the ass like it always did. She'd thought that maybe, for once, it wouldn't but that was something that she wasn't going to pin her hopes on. It was easier to be surprised by good news than it was to be surprised by bad.

When Wesley opened the door, Gwen returned his smile. "Hey. Came to collect on my number five."