"Well. Then perhaps no one can blame either of us," Wes whispers.
And he closes the rest of the distance between them. Gently embracing her, careful not to press against her burns. He simply holds her, trying to make the trembling go away.
Because Wesley knows how fleeting moments like this really are. They shouldn't be here at all, really. Not together again. And the irony of Fred seeing him this way, the way he is after--no, because of--her death, is so cosmically absurd, he has no business worrying her with it.
He should instead be grateful, if he can. Grateful for these moments which Fate--perhaps, after all, merciful, in its way--has given them both to share a little longer.
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Date: 2006-01-03 11:04 am (UTC)And he closes the rest of the distance between them. Gently embracing her, careful not to press against her burns. He simply holds her, trying to make the trembling go away.
Because Wesley knows how fleeting moments like this really are. They shouldn't be here at all, really. Not together again. And the irony of Fred seeing him this way, the way he is after--no, because of--her death, is so cosmically absurd, he has no business worrying her with it.
He should instead be grateful, if he can. Grateful for these moments which Fate--perhaps, after all, merciful, in its way--has given them both to share a little longer.