She was beyond touched that he'd come here just because she asked - pushed - him to. She wasn't entirely convinced he was having fun, despite him saying he was.
"You're having fun?" She didn't quite believe that. Though, she always forgot her idea of fun was nowhere in the vicinity of what Angel considered fun.
Prom. She didn't really want to think on the thing she had for a bumbling Wesley back then. But she remembered him turning up - presumably because Buffy battered those eyes at him and asked - and dancing with Buffy.
She wanted to get it straight that he was having fun, because if he wasn't she wasn't going to make him sit here all night. If there was a television back at the apartment, she'd make him endure something painful - and incredibly girly - in a familiar environment instead. "You, sitting there, all stony-faced, is you having fun?"
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"You're having fun?" She didn't quite believe that. Though, she always forgot her idea of fun was nowhere in the vicinity of what Angel considered fun.
Prom. She didn't really want to think on the thing she had for a bumbling Wesley back then. But she remembered him turning up - presumably because Buffy battered those eyes at him and asked - and dancing with Buffy.
She wanted to get it straight that he was having fun, because if he wasn't she wasn't going to make him sit here all night. If there was a television back at the apartment, she'd make him endure something painful - and incredibly girly - in a familiar environment instead. "You, sitting there, all stony-faced, is you having fun?"