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Angel relaxes, looking back toward Cordelia with cautious concern. He doesn’t have an answer for her, but at least he thinks he understands now.

With all her flippant remarks and rambling (not to mention, blatantly flirtatious) stories, he had almost forgotten what she’d just gone through - how deeply that would affect anyone in her position. He gives her an understanding look, a silent reassurance, and nods - hopes that it’s enough.

“… Let’s keep driving.”

Cordelia only nods in response. Accelerating the car, she comes close to speeding as she navigates the empty roads that she knows like the back of her hand. Despite her aimless path, she’s barely even surprised when Sunnydale’s lover’s lane comes into view, since she’s been here enough times to know the route by heart. It doesn’t seem quite as romantic as it usually is– - obviously, seeing as she’s just been traumatized by bin of body parts– - but it’s still a quiet place to think.

Without a word, she slides out of the car, slamming the door behind her. She slips off her sneakers with ease and clambers up the hood, climbing all the way up until she’s seated on the roof. It offers her a full view of Sunnydale sprawled out below them, and it’s fascinating, viewing her whole town– - her whole life– - as nothing more than mere specks of light in the distance. Leaning over slightly, Cordelia raps against the passenger-side door, wherein Angel’s still sitting in her car.

 "You gonna come out of there?“ 

(via shanshuinla)