He scraped the last bit of the yogurt off the bottom to finish it off, then tossed the spoon away. And managed to sink the cup of yogurt into the trash.
When it came down to it, seeing Buffy like this wasn't how he planned it. He'd picked up a lot from just that short exchange. She had a new friend here that he didn't recognize. There was a man who lived her. He stunk of rum. She had a tattoo she didn't want him to see. All in all, she was hiding something. Keeping secret. And she was older. Different. He could see it in her eyes, how she walked, how she talked, and everything. Sure, a year had changed him too. But this wasn't the Buffy he left in Sunnydale.
"So where should we start? The ink's what's got me curious."
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He scraped the last bit of the yogurt off the bottom to finish it off, then tossed the spoon away. And managed to sink the cup of yogurt into the trash.
When it came down to it, seeing Buffy like this wasn't how he planned it. He'd picked up a lot from just that short exchange. She had a new friend here that he didn't recognize. There was a man who lived her. He stunk of rum. She had a tattoo she didn't want him to see. All in all, she was hiding something. Keeping secret. And she was older. Different. He could see it in her eyes, how she walked, how she talked, and everything. Sure, a year had changed him too. But this wasn't the Buffy he left in Sunnydale.
"So where should we start? The ink's what's got me curious."