"Lorne didn't tell on you," Wes countered, his smile deepening briefly at the thought of it. Lorne was a little more flamboyant and prone to gossip than most people, but he was loyal and an exceptionally good friend.
Then his expression sobered as he took in Fred's more insistent gaze. He contemplated glossing over what he knew, seeking to ease Fred's worry. But he knew that he owed her the truth. After everything they'd been through together, how could he deny her that?
"It's bad." Which, perhaps, was an understatement, but he trusted her to look past his words to infer their meaning. "They don't know what's wrong yet, but believe me, they're going to be moving heaven and earth to get to the bottom of it. And if they don't, they'll have me to reckon with."
It wasn't a boast, it was the truth. Nothing meant more to him in that moment than finding out what ailed Fred and making it right again.
"There's no conclusive data as to whether it's a poison or virus or something mystical, but we're going to find out. We'll beat this and...you'll be good as new. We have the whole firm's resources at our disposal, after all."
He squeezed her hand, trying not to falter too much at the last part. Because in his mind, he couldn't help but blame Wolfram and Hart for what was happening to her. This had to have been an attack - not an accident - his gut instinct told him.
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Date: 2015-05-16 10:20 am (UTC)Then his expression sobered as he took in Fred's more insistent gaze. He contemplated glossing over what he knew, seeking to ease Fred's worry. But he knew that he owed her the truth. After everything they'd been through together, how could he deny her that?
"It's bad." Which, perhaps, was an understatement, but he trusted her to look past his words to infer their meaning. "They don't know what's wrong yet, but believe me, they're going to be moving heaven and earth to get to the bottom of it. And if they don't, they'll have me to reckon with."
It wasn't a boast, it was the truth. Nothing meant more to him in that moment than finding out what ailed Fred and making it right again.
"There's no conclusive data as to whether it's a poison or virus or something mystical, but we're going to find out. We'll beat this and...you'll be good as new. We have the whole firm's resources at our disposal, after all."
He squeezed her hand, trying not to falter too much at the last part. Because in his mind, he couldn't help but blame Wolfram and Hart for what was happening to her. This had to have been an attack - not an accident - his gut instinct told him.