South Attic, Monday Morning

[demonbelthazor]

Bel wondered if he could get Piper to mix another batch of vanquish potion. So he could bathe in it.

First he didn't want to face Angel because of the Fury-induced guilt. Now on top of that, his wee self had insisted that Angel was his boyfriend, and had even fought Callisto about it.

At least Phoebe hadn't seen him make a fool of himself. Then again, he vaguely recalled offering to burninate a balcony for hurting her.

Then he heard the radio and wondered it was possible to kill himself with his own fireballs. Throw them at a mirror, reflect them back? Yeah, that might work....

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[sensethevisions]

Phoebe blushed again. "Yeah, apparently I though "witch" equaled "superhero" with flying powers."

She wrinkled her nose. "I hit the far balcony and then dropped... so I don't know if my collision with the balcony or the landing on the ground that broke the arm." She caressed his cheek. "But you offered to burn up the balcony for me."

[demonbelthazor]

"I can still do that," he said, leaning into her hand. "If you want."

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe smiled softly. "I may have you do that," she said. "But do you know what want more right now?"

[demonbelthazor]

"What's that?" Cole asked.

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe curled her arm around him and hugged him, laying her head against his chest.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel settled back down on the couch, stretching out and snuggling close to Phoebe.

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe smiled and snuggled close to Cole, just holding him for a few moments.