By her, at least. Maybe not so much anyone else. It was hard to gauge their feelings after so short a time. Well -- except Jack's. But had she ever expected it to go any differently?
Buffy pushed off the door frame and poured herself a nice and neutral glass of orange juice. Coffee was too fiddly and she wasn't due to have tea again until the next morning. Juice would do. She finished off the carton and gave it a perfunctory rinse.
"So..."
She began. Trailed off. Tried to begin again. What should she ever ask? Got the grand tour? Find Drusilla? Are your wings okay? At that thought, her own give an impatient flutter and she cleared her throat just before trashing the carton.
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By her, at least. Maybe not so much anyone else. It was hard to gauge their feelings after so short a time. Well -- except Jack's. But had she ever expected it to go any differently?
Buffy pushed off the door frame and poured herself a nice and neutral glass of orange juice. Coffee was too fiddly and she wasn't due to have tea again until the next morning. Juice would do. She finished off the carton and gave it a perfunctory rinse.
"So..."
She began. Trailed off. Tried to begin again. What should she ever ask? Got the grand tour? Find Drusilla? Are your wings okay? At that thought, her own give an impatient flutter and she cleared her throat just before trashing the carton.
"Spike."