South Attic, Monday Night

Bel limped into the South Attic and quickly headed for the shower to wash away the evidence of fighting. He wasn't in too bad of shape, but he'd have a bruise on his jaw for a few days. He debated how he was going to explain that to Phoebe. "Sweetheart, I had to fight him because he freaked out Willow"? "I've been feeling aggressive and needed to fight to get it out"? He hated not confiding in her, but he hated disappointing her even more.

Then there was the weirdness with Callisto earlier in the library. He'd asked her if she wanted him to call Angel; she had indicated yes. Problem was he didn't want to talk to Angel. He stared at his phone for several long moments, then sighed and crawled into bed with Phoebe. He'd think about it tomorrow.