They stared at each other with grim, drawn faces, shifting uncomfortably in their seats. Gunn wiped a hand under his eyes and sniffed audibly.

“Charles? Are you all right?”

“I guess—I just didn’t realize how bad it was gonna be.”

Wesley nodded sympathetically. “It’s obviously worse than any of us believed.”

“I though I was prepared,” Cordelia said numbly. “But you’re just never prepared for something like this.”

“I don’t think I knew how exhaustive his knowledge of Manilow’s repertoire really was.” Lorne winced.

Angel leaned in toward the mic again. “I’ve been tryin’ to get the feeling again…”