Angel’s shoulders drops, and he sighed. “I rescued a kitten yesterday and this morning, I caught myself looking at lost dog posters.” The words are weighted, like they should be world shaking. A kitten! Dog posters! It wasn’t like the rest of the gang weren’t itching for some action, too. They just got to go out in, you know, the sun, and do it during the day. Gunn was way on top of every lead they could fine. “I should be happy, right? It’s fine, I’ll just — read some books. Stay in and read. But really, you don’t have to be here, Cordy. Go home, or do whatever you want. The phone isn’t ringing.”
Jeez. Angel was being even more of a drama queen than she ever was, and considering who she was in high school, that’s really saying something. It looked like it was time for one of Cordelia’s well-needed tactless interventions again.
With a long-suffering sigh, she perches herself on the edge of desk Angel had just hopped off of. “Angel, you’re being kind of pathetic. Do something! Sitting around reading dusty old books as a pastime makes you seem like Wesley, which I don’t think is something you should strive for. You could at least try to have a social life for my sake, because this is just getting depressing.”
