This just kind of popped out of nowhere. Been having my Angel rewatch lately. I’m now into season 3… just before Connor is born. I love season 3 Angel/Cordy. They are so freaking adorable.
The Curse of Friendship
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Angel the Series
Angel’s curse really is a curse. It’s going to take some time for Cordy to come to terms with that.
don’t own… wish I did, but I don’t. No infringement intended.
I watch him, the way he moves around the edge of the room instead of entering the center where I am. I smile, rolling my eyes. He’s so predictable sometimes.
“Don’t be such a baby.”
“Cordy, I don’t-”
I huff, blowing my bangs up, then cross the room and grab his arm. “It’s not the end of the world.”
I watch the emotions play across his face—horror, terror, confusion, embarrassment. He thinks he’s so good at hiding them behind that impassive expression. But his eyes give him away. I can see right through the facade. Sometimes without much effort. I’m starting to think he’s not trying as hard to keep things from me any more.
He takes a deep breath as if to settle his nerves. Not that he needs it. I’ve long since stopped thinking of him as different. Angel’s just a guy. A guy with the emotional maturity of a ten year old.