Giles, for his part, is already rummaging in his bag by the time his would-be "bride" hurries up to grab him by the arm and greatly impede his efforts. He's just that bit too restrained to actually shove her off...or maybe she just has that good of a grip.
Wildly, he looks up - and, like a trick of fate, he sees Ginia. And his stomach drops as his heart feels like it's being squeezed in a vice. And even though they're across the room and she can't hear him, even in the midst of the scene, his lips move to form a word, just one word:
no subject
Wildly, he looks up - and, like a trick of fate, he sees Ginia. And his stomach drops as his heart feels like it's being squeezed in a vice. And even though they're across the room and she can't hear him, even in the midst of the scene, his lips move to form a word, just one word:
"Wait."
Please.