Gwen
Gwen frowned suddenly as she realised that the events over the past few days would affect not only her and Bobby, but Charles Gunn as well.
Gunn.
Gwen's heart stopped beating for a second. Figuratively speaking, of course.
What am I going to say to him?
Gwen felt herself get angry, she needed to release some electricity. Opening her window, she aimed up into the sky and sent sparks flying. Feeling better about everything, she resumed her position of sitting at her desk. Her hand found the phone and she decided she needed to call him and tell him everything.
"Angel Investigations, Gunn here."
"Gunn... it's Gwen. I think we should talk."
And so their converstaion lasted for an hour, he hadn't been very upset, but Gwen knew she'd hurt him. And for that... she felt like she was dying.
Gwen
Gwen collapsed onto her bed, crying. She didn't deserve Gunn. He was totally supportive, and he didn't care about what she'd said, he just told her that he cared about her.
Which, ironically, made it worse.
They were still together, but he was hurt now, and Gwen could tell that he wasn't going to get over this for awhile. But, she amended, that was fair. She had expected too much to think that he would forgive her right away. And the plus side was they were still together. Despite this. She knew now that she had to tell Bobby. He had to know that this wasn't going to go any further than it already had. He was younger than she was, and she was happy with Gunn. She decided that loneliness had caused this problem.