ANGEL: (not looking up from his sketching) What is it, Wesley?

WESLEY: It? There's no it. It's nothing, really. Just popping around, seeing if everything's all right.

ANGEL: Fine.

WESLEY: Oh, good. Good. You're certain?

ANGEL: Uh-huh. G'night.

WESLEY: Good night.

ANGEL: You're still here.

WESLEY: Apparently. So, you're sure there's nothing on your mind? That is to say nothing you'd like to perhaps (sees what Angel is drawing) share?

ANGEL: No.

WESLEY: Really?

(pan over to see floor littered with Angel's drawings of Darla)

• Angel & Wesley

written by: Tim Minear; Originally transcribed by anonymous. Edited, reformatted and double checked against source by me.. Full transcript at:
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