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applecamerontitle : Fair Warning
author : SV, 2001, reprinted by permission
category : vignette, episode followup
archive : NO
spoilers : vague spoilers for 'Sense and Sensitivity'
keywords : fashion, style, warnings, hugs. Mostly dialogue.
"You hugged me."
Nothing.
"You hugged me."
"Well, if you're gonna make a big deal about it."
"I'm not making a big deal about it. It's just, you know...." Doyle stood in the diffuse sunlight of the room, shrugging. "It's just not your style. Man's gotta have style." He tugged at his lapels by way of example.
"I thought that was fashion."
"Oh, you got plenty of that." Angel looked down at his leather jacket. "'Specially with Cordelia in there tellin' you what you can and cannot wear. I'm talkin' about style."
"Look, I'm sorry it bugged you that much. I wasn't exactly myself. I don't think it'll happen again."
"It didn't bug me, it, ah, it surprised me, y'know? I wasn't expectin' it. Because it's not your style, y'see?"
Throughout this conversation, Angel had been following Doyle's racheting about the room with just his eyes. Now he turned and looked through the half-closed door at Cordelia, on the phone -- hopefully with a client. Probably not. Stood up and walked around the desk.
"You were...surprised. It's not that a...hug is bad, I just caught you off guard."
"Yeah. A body would expect a little more warning."
"I gave you some warning."
"You were talking to Cordelia."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"Surprised."
"Yeah."
"So....If I were going to give you a hug, I'd need to tell you first."
"Yeah, fair warnin'."
"Doyle, I'm going to hug you."
"There, see? Then I'd know to expect it."
"No, I mean I'm going to hug you."
"Oh."
Doyle stood perfectly still for a moment, as Angel wrapped his arms about him. Then hugged back, briefly.
Angel didn't let go. Pulled him a little tighter.
Pause.
"I'm not surprised."
"Good."
Doyle hugged back again. "Maybe it is a little your style."
"So...." Angel's voice was low. "If I were going to hug you again --"
"I mightn't need so much warnin'. After today and all."
"So, that would be okay."
"Yeah, yeah." Doyle was almost whispering in Angel's ear. "'Specially if it were regular-like. So's a body could get used to it."
Angel pondered a moment. "You could even hug me. If you--"
"Wanted to." Doyle. Whisper.
"Yeah."
"I might."
"Want to?"
"Yeah."
"Good."
author : SV, 2001, reprinted by permission
category : vignette, episode followup
archive : NO
spoilers : vague spoilers for 'Sense and Sensitivity'
keywords : fashion, style, warnings, hugs. Mostly dialogue.
"You hugged me."
Nothing.
"You hugged me."
"Well, if you're gonna make a big deal about it."
"I'm not making a big deal about it. It's just, you know...." Doyle stood in the diffuse sunlight of the room, shrugging. "It's just not your style. Man's gotta have style." He tugged at his lapels by way of example.
"I thought that was fashion."
"Oh, you got plenty of that." Angel looked down at his leather jacket. "'Specially with Cordelia in there tellin' you what you can and cannot wear. I'm talkin' about style."
"Look, I'm sorry it bugged you that much. I wasn't exactly myself. I don't think it'll happen again."
"It didn't bug me, it, ah, it surprised me, y'know? I wasn't expectin' it. Because it's not your style, y'see?"
Throughout this conversation, Angel had been following Doyle's racheting about the room with just his eyes. Now he turned and looked through the half-closed door at Cordelia, on the phone -- hopefully with a client. Probably not. Stood up and walked around the desk.
"You were...surprised. It's not that a...hug is bad, I just caught you off guard."
"Yeah. A body would expect a little more warning."
"I gave you some warning."
"You were talking to Cordelia."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"Surprised."
"Yeah."
"So....If I were going to give you a hug, I'd need to tell you first."
"Yeah, fair warnin'."
"Doyle, I'm going to hug you."
"There, see? Then I'd know to expect it."
"No, I mean I'm going to hug you."
"Oh."
Doyle stood perfectly still for a moment, as Angel wrapped his arms about him. Then hugged back, briefly.
Angel didn't let go. Pulled him a little tighter.
Pause.
"I'm not surprised."
"Good."
Doyle hugged back again. "Maybe it is a little your style."
"So...." Angel's voice was low. "If I were going to hug you again --"
"I mightn't need so much warnin'. After today and all."
"So, that would be okay."
"Yeah, yeah." Doyle was almost whispering in Angel's ear. "'Specially if it were regular-like. So's a body could get used to it."
Angel pondered a moment. "You could even hug me. If you--"
"Wanted to." Doyle. Whisper.
"Yeah."
"I might."
"Want to?"
"Yeah."
"Good."