Title: Making Space
Word Count: 334
Spoilers: A spoiler-free zone.
Summary: Angel and Wesley discuss things.
Disclaimer: If you recognize them, they belong to Joss Whedon and David Greenwalt. Otherwise, they're mine.
Angel hummed as he cleaned out room 219 of the Hyperion. He replaced the dusty sheets on the bed with ones he'd purchased because he knew she'd like them. He fluffed the pillows on the newly-made bed, still humming.
Wesley silently watched him from the doorway. Of all the things he thought he'd never see, this was certainly one of them. Angel. Humming. He chuckled, causing the vampire to turn around.
"Wesley. What's so funny?"
Wes smiled. "You."
Angel just looked confused. "What do you mean?"
"You're up here willingly cleaning out this room when there are plenty of others available for use."
"Yeah. So? It's for--"
"Cordelia. I know. But why this one?"
Angel sighed and sat down on the bed. "I just want her to be comfortable. I want her--"
Wes shook his head. He'd never seen a man more in love. "You want her close."
"You love her." It wasn't a question.
"Yes, of course," Angel answered.
Wes shook his head. "No. What I mean is, you're in love with her."
Angel smiled and nodded. "Yeah. I am. More than I ever thought possible."
"How?" he asked, glancing up at his friend.
"You just did," a decidedly female voice answered. Cordy stood at the doorway, a smile on her pretty face.
"I'll leave you two alone," Wes told them, slipping past Cordelia with a smile.
"Cordy--" Angel started, but she stopped him.
"No, Angel, wait," she told him, crossing the room and sitting down beside him. Looking into his dark eyes, she reached up and gently brushed a hand across his cheek. "I love you, too."
Angel felt sure he'd died and gone to heaven. Except for the fact that he was already dead and he didn't think they'd accept him into heaven after all the things he'd done. "I love you so much," he whispered before lowering his lips to hers in a kiss that told her just how much he truly did love her.