moonlettuce | Angel Drabble

Wesley looked at the Christmas card he held, recognising the handwriting of his father's secretary. He supposed it was too much to ask that Roger Wyndam-Pryce acknowledge his only son, especially after he'd found out about Wesley's lover. The family or that monster was how it had been put. The family who'd raised him, against the monster who loved him.

In the end, it hadn't really been a choice at all.

"What's that?" Angel asked, nodding towards the card.

"Nothing," replied Wesley, the card dropping forgotten to the floor as he moved in closer to kiss Angel. "Nothing at all."