Marcus/Angel: Hey. How're you doing?
Wesley: Alright. Well...you?
Marcus/Angel: So, we gotta talk. The thing is, I've got nothing against you personally. It's just (Wes looks at him) ...Oh, this is gonna be harder than I-I thought. I just don't know how to spit this out.
Wesley: Angel. Whatever it is, you know I'm here for you.
(Wes goes to touch Angel's knee)
Marcus/Angel: (Marcus/Angel gets out of the chair before Wesley touches him) Yeah. That may be the problem. I mean, whatever we... had... whatever we... did. I just think that we should keep that... behind us. Start from scratch. You know, two men working side by side. But, you know, none of that funny stuff (Wesley looks at Angel oddly). Shake on that?
Wesley: I guess.
(Wesley takes Angel's hand, who gives it a hearty shake, then pulls Wesley into a hug.)
Marcus/Angel: Hey, all right. Gimme a hug.
Cordelia: Wesley, food's here.
Marcus/Angel: Do you know where Fred is?
Wesley: Um up in her room I'd expect.
Marcus/Angel: Her room. Right. Somebody say something about food? I could eat a horse.