If Angel had known that the only way through to the library was by the Sun Room, he might've paid a little more attention to where his nurse was herding him. As it was, he didn't realize that there would be sunlight spilling throughout the entire place until his nurse opened the door and pushed him through.
He backpedaled so fast he stepped on her foot. She yelped.
"Sorry! Sorry." Oh no. This wasn't going well. He had to get—
Wait. Hang on. What?
Angel put his hand cautiously into the light, oblivious to the look his nurse was giving him. There was no doubt that he'd just proven to her that he was crazy, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. It technically hadn't been that long ago since he was able to walk in the sun—there'd been that brief time several months ago when he'd been human—but he'd forgotten what it felt like already. It hadn’t been real, anyway. Not really.
He followed the nurse to the library slowly, so awed by this sudden turn of events that he didn't notice Willow sitting not too far off. Only when he saw the actual bookshelves did he snap back to his senses.
Of course. Books. He'd been hoping the books here might be able to tell him something. There was no time to dawdle in the sunlight no matter how much he wanted to.
Angel took a quick peek over his shoulder at the Sun Room where it was warm and bright and sunny and...
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If Angel had known that the only way through to the library was by the Sun Room, he might've paid a little more attention to where his nurse was herding him. As it was, he didn't realize that there would be sunlight spilling throughout the entire place until his nurse opened the door and pushed him through.
He backpedaled so fast he stepped on her foot. She yelped.
"Sorry! Sorry." Oh no. This wasn't going well. He had to get—
Wait. Hang on. What?
Angel put his hand cautiously into the light, oblivious to the look his nurse was giving him. There was no doubt that he'd just proven to her that he was crazy, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. It technically hadn't been that long ago since he was able to walk in the sun—there'd been that brief time several months ago when he'd been human—but he'd forgotten what it felt like already. It hadn’t been real, anyway. Not really.
He followed the nurse to the library slowly, so awed by this sudden turn of events that he didn't notice Willow sitting not too far off. Only when he saw the actual bookshelves did he snap back to his senses.
Of course. Books. He'd been hoping the books here might be able to tell him something. There was no time to dawdle in the sunlight no matter how much he wanted to.
Angel took a quick peek over his shoulder at the Sun Room where it was warm and bright and sunny and...
No, right. No time.