su_herald | The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter (Saturday April 23rd) (Reply)

ANGEL: I had feelings for you, and thought that maybe you—but you never told me. You asked me to meet you...to talk, and... I never saw you again.
CORDELIA: And you think I wanted to meet you to tell you I was in love with you?
ANGEL: I really don't think you're ready to be dealing with—
CORDELIA: Or maybe I was gonna tell you to back off, buddy. (stands, walks toward him) Maybe you were coming on too strong—harassing me in the workplace. Maybe I had a red-hot restraining order in my mitts. (in his face) You ever think of that?
ANGEL: I was never—in the workplace, I— Well, there was that one time with the—the ballet and the stripping and the roundness, but that was a spell. And-and we were meeting in Malibu on the bluffs at night. That's a pretty romantic restraining order!
CORDELIA: Don't yell at me. You're yelling at me. (turns her back to him)
ANGEL: I'm not. See, this is why I don't want to answer questions I don't have the answers for. (Cordy rolls her eyes) All I know is that you are my dearest friend. And I hope that—I just— I want that back. That much, at least.
CORDELIA (sighs): You have no idea how much this is killing me. (sits by pond) I know my ABC's, my history, I know who's President, and that I sorta wish I didn't. I know the name of every shoe store in the Beverly Center, but I don't— (sighs, starts to cry) I don't even recognize the sound of my own name.
ANGEL: We'll get you back. No matter what. (sits beside her) I promise you, we will get you back.
~~Spin The Bottle~~

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