Wesley returned with the menu tucked under one arm, and a bottle of wine under the other, along with two glasses. He took a moment to note just how pleasantly comfortable and settled Gwen seemed to be making herself in the apartment. Wesley knew just how much of a leap she'd just taken and he wanted to make sure he both acknowledged it and didn't dwell on it.
"Probably not the latter," he answered. "My chess games go for hours."
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Date: 2009-01-26 06:28 pm (UTC)"Probably not the latter," he answered. "My chess games go for hours."