Bliss

"You crazy kids take care," Lorne said, waving his tissue at the men getting into the Cadillac. "Don't speed, and keep both hands on the wheel. Don't think I don't know what you had planned, Mr. Front Seat Fellatio," he gestured to the blond vampire in the passenger seat. "And you!" he said to the driver. "Don't be too hard on this one. He only wants to make you happy, despite what he has to work with." Angel smiled wryly and pulled away from the curb. Lorne watched them go with happy tears in his eyes.

 

Weddings always made him cry.

 

Lorne, blissful, tissue

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