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Post by Faith on Jun 16, 2006 10:31:18 GMT -5
"Faith? I'm Henry. Remember me? The guy who almost killed you? I'm real...re-al.
Feeling self-concious, Faith tried to put on her usual attitude after hearing Henry's patronising tone.
"I wish you weren't." She took a deep breath.
"Do you want some coff-ee?"
"There's no need to talk to me like I'm mental." Though she was having her own doubts about that. She looked back at Angel. She could tell he wanted to talk, but she felt a little stupid for loosing the plot just now, and wanted to pretend like nothing unusual happened.
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Post by Angel on Jun 16, 2006 10:33:16 GMT -5
He stood up and brushed down his shirt "So, how about we get something to eat?" he could feel a rather awkward tension in the air from what had just happened, perhaps just moving on and forgetting it would better, he stepped down and stood next to her "Come on, I had the fridge stocked upthe day before we came to get you"
He held out his hand to her and hoped she would take it.
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Post by Faith on Jun 16, 2006 10:40:31 GMT -5
The mention of food brought a smile back to Faith's face. She didn't care what they had in the fridge, just so long as it wasn't the same old putrid meat and mouldy bread she'd had day in day out for the last couple of months.
"Sounds like a plan."
She took his hand and he led her down into the kitchen.
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Post by Henry Elder on Jun 16, 2006 10:43:51 GMT -5
"Hey, as long as you're up, get me some butter. And some bread. In fact, hold the bread."
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Post by Queen C on Jun 16, 2006 11:22:04 GMT -5
Cordy walked over to Henry and wacked him. "what is your Problem, she's going through enough and you have to talk to her like she has the brain mass like you, not everyone is stupid...." Cordy was having trouble with this, it was making her sick, she was never this mean, ever...
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Post by Henry Elder on Jun 16, 2006 11:24:23 GMT -5
He stood. "Hey!" he said. "I'm geniunely trying to help, and that's not something I usually do, so maybe I'm not doing it well."
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Post by Queen C on Jun 16, 2006 11:28:21 GMT -5
"alright look, try to be a little more sensitive, in a manly sort of way ok?"
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Post by Henry Elder on Jun 16, 2006 11:29:31 GMT -5
"Right." he said, laughing a little. "In a manly way. Good."
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Post by Queen C on Jun 16, 2006 11:31:11 GMT -5
"Its just faith has gone through a tough time, a hell dimention is no fun, all alone, fighting for her life..." she trailed off a bit and sighed.
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Post by Henry Elder on Jun 16, 2006 11:33:11 GMT -5
"OK. I'm not the most sensitive guy in the world." he said, and then looked more closely at her. "You sure you're OK?"
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Post by Queen C on Jun 16, 2006 11:36:57 GMT -5
"I'm fine, just a small headache." she did have a headache, but it was because everytime she lied it made her feel guilty. 'Kill me'
"And you can work on that, being Nice and watching what you say. It takes work, look at me after all. and sometimes i do slip." she smiled placing a hand on her temple.
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Post by Henry Elder on Jun 16, 2006 11:38:48 GMT -5
"Right. The teacher of nice. I'm more the teacher of violence-" He stopped himself.
You're my death teacher, Henry. I learn from the best.
Ryan. That-
He took a step backward, pushing away uncomfortable memories.
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Post by Queen C on Jun 16, 2006 11:45:01 GMT -5
Her head was pouding now, she felt it take its toll on her. she sat down and took a couple deep breaths. "I haven't even had a vision and my head pounds." she grumbled.
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Post by Henry Elder on Jun 16, 2006 11:49:00 GMT -5
He reached his arm over the reception desk, opening a drawer and rummaging through it until he found some pills. "Headache pills. Not many left...." he tossed them to her. "Feel better."
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Post by Queen C on Jun 16, 2006 11:52:59 GMT -5
Shaking her head she remembered the last time she took those, she didn't rememeber if they were changed back to the painkillers... last time she slept, she slept enough. "I'll pass and live with it..." she smiled.
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