There was a lot of toothbrushes on that sink. Sneaky as he was, he hadn't worked out which belonged to who. Though now he felt like he ought to of. You know. For her sake.

"Well excuse me for taking an interest. Three years of catching up, I thought I might take a mild interest in who you're shagging these days. I suppose you'd just about have to go and find someone new after cavorting with every mysterious bloke straddling good and evil, wouldn't you."

It was a little too easy for him to slip into an accusatory tone. Jealousy, that's all it was. It was easier not being with Buffy as long as she wasn't with anyone at all. Knowing there was someone else just meant that there was someone else she'd rather be with than him. At least, that's how it was in that still childish, High School sort of thinking that sometimes permeated his thoughts.