@GilesSlayer awkwardly by the door. Not knowing that to do with his hands, he shoves them into his pockets.
"I cook for the team all the time," he assures her with a shrug. "Kinda like cooking. It's…. Relaxing," he admits quietly.
@GilesSlayer The others probably won't show their face. Aside from Gunn, who he's expecting any second. Despite the young man's tough act, he's as curious as a young gossiping girl.
Not that Angel would say that out loud.
"Won't be any trouble," he assures her as he stands - -
@GilesSlayer her inside.
"Bathroom is there, running water and everything. I'll let you get settled and meet you downstairs. You hungry? I can make you some eggs with bacon and toast."
@GilesSlayer need to worry about that. She's not the same girl you're used to," he tells her as the arrive at the floor.
Angel leads her out and walks past his own room to the one next to it and opens the door.
"There's a key on the inside of ya wanna lock it," he tells her as he walks --
@GilesSlayer < know, for when it gets late." Or usually because they're too sore and in pain to move much. Or simply too exhausted.
"Cordy got one ready for you," complete with snarking remarks and complimentary glares.
"You brought any luggage?"
@GilesSlayer < paranoia demon," he makes a dismissive gesture with his hand.
"Long story. Anyway, it's. It a hotel anymore. We run our agency from here."
He kids, as if that explains everything.
"Rooms are still good. The guys all have a room here. You >
@GilesSlayer < here," he points at the office where the door is resolutely and demonstrative closed.
"In the office. Working. In a case.".
Wow. This was awkward. Which felt all so wrong. They didn't do awkward? Did they? Apparently he did.
@GilesSlayer < happen.
"... Not here?" This time he can /hear/ Cordelia say to him what she usually says to Wes. 'Captain Obvious!'
But speaking of former watchers.
"Wes!" Angel looks relieved as he's finally figured something out and did good.
"Is >
@GilesSlayer < his own skin.
"Gah! Buffy! What…" he whirls around the other way to see the petite woman standing near the red sofas, waving a hand at him with a sheepish look.
"You're here! Erm… Yeah. Obviously. So… UhUh, hi! How was your trip? Do you >