There so much in this to love. Angel cooling Wes' fever, but being helpless against his chills; Wes, even sick, sneaking off to research; Wes delerium causing conversations with his father... and Angel helpless:


You feel like hellfire and with all those nights I spent longing to curl up into your warmth, I never thought it would be like this. I never thought it would happen at all. Please don’t burn up, Wes. Don’t burn, and don’t freeze, and don’t die, and don’t leave me.

Heart-hurtingly good. More, please?