shanshuinla:

Angel’s starting to feel kind of worried, but he can’t place why. He barely knows this girl - despite Buffy’s claims, she seems nice enough. … On the other hand: Sunnydale. He’s getting pretty good at trusting his gut. If he wanted to, he could probably make a jump for it, he thinks, gauging the speed of the car against his own bravado. But, then… he doesn’t really want to.

“… So. Where are we going?”

“…I don’t know.”

She’s not lying. Cordelia’s basically running on autopilot, and isn’t really thinking about where she’s going. Just that she has to keep going. She glances at Angel out of the corner of her eye, and she’s suddenly filled with relief that she’s not alone.

“Angel, why… how could someone do that to those girls?”

(via shanshuinla)