She glanced out the window. Sun was down. And he was...still lacking a shirt. And she knew she had clothing just down the hall in his size but she wasn't so dumb as to think she could ever offer her ex a shirt that belonged to her current lover.

Buffy found herself feeling relieved that he was so intent on returning. Sure, she still felt mighty indignant over the fact that he'd moved himself in. She would have to deal with that, eventually. But that didn't mean she couldn't take her small kicks where they were found.

"Fine. Go. All Passions is your best bet. I've got patrol, anyway. Just...one thing? Before you make with the ditching?"