askahalfdemon:

Doyle was told that Cordy had too much to drink and that he had to check in on her. His eyes barely scanned the room when they skimmed over the image of Cordy and his ears heard the squeak. Not trying to register what happened he sharply turned his back to her. “I don’t know. I don’t wanna know. I saw nothing.” His hand gripped the doorknob. “Was told to check up on ye. Anything I can do fer ye?”

Of course he had been told to check up on her, because having anyone else come in would be too easy. Sighing quietly to herself, she burrowed even further beneath the sheets. "Getting me some clothes would be nice.“ Cordelia murmured. No matter how inebriated she may have been, this was still humiliating. But at least Doyle was being a gentleman about it, which is a lot more– or less, technically speaking– than most people would have done.