Suite 518/520, Monday morning

[demonbelthazor]

When Bel woke up Monday morning, he felt strange. Wait, no, he felt normal. That is to say, he no longer felt the irrestible compulsion to share his feelings with everyone around him. "What the hell?" he mumbled to himself in confusion. And then he remembered the phone call to Angel and groaned, pulling a pillow over his face, wondering if his new apparent invulnerability would prevent him from smothering himself.

[ooc: for those with future in their usernames.]

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[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders nodded. "Yeah. 'kay, I can . . . I can do that. Love you," he said hoarsely. "And I'm really, really sorry."

[sensethevisions]

"Love you, too," she whispered. "And stop apologizing. If he had been willing to tell you, you wouldn't have felt desperate enough to talk to me about a spell in the first place." She shook her head, trying to fight back the tears. "Go find him. He'll... he'll probably talk to you easier right now."

And wow did admitting that to herself hurt.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Yeah . . . hearing it from her hurt like hell, too.

"Two days in a row where waking up wasn't fun," Anders said half to himself as he gave her one more hug before climbing out of bed to get dressed. "Promise I won't let it be three. I swear."

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe nodded. "Not your fault, Anders. Just... go make sure he's okay?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

If he could find Bel, anyway.

Anders gave her a quick kiss, crammed his feet into his shoes, and pulled on a clean shirt. "I will. Wish me luck," he said, and bolted out of the room.