carly-mcgregor

Rupert Giles was content to have quiet dinners alone. He was a simple man, with very simple needs, and they rarely included going out of company. Maybe he had just taught himself that being alone was better, and certainly easier, as the Council had always tried to teach. Once upon a time, he had not been fit to listen to them. Not ready, not old enough to understand why they could be so cruel. How could they expect a man to live a life entirely alone? Even now, he was cheating. He had friends. Colleagues. Loved ones. People that might have passed for his children in another life. He lived well, and could not complain about it, even if he did