But then, that was the point, wasn't. That they didn't pretend between them. It was of the many, many things that'd drawn her to Wesley. Fred's fingers strayed to play over the edges of her blanket. But almost just as quickly they grew tired.
"There was that one demon attack, at the dinner we went to. There might've been some direct contact when I was collecting..."
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Date: 2015-05-20 03:42 am (UTC)But then, that was the point, wasn't. That they didn't pretend between them. It was of the many, many things that'd drawn her to Wesley. Fred's fingers strayed to play over the edges of her blanket. But almost just as quickly they grew tired.
"There was that one demon attack, at the dinner we went to. There might've been some direct contact when I was collecting..."
Fred released a shaky breath.
"We know what it was, Wesley."