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After Tara's confession that morning, I was feeling like I couldn't possibly leave her side, some imaginary fear that I would let her down if something did happen just because I was in the next room.
She had some big final the next day, so I offered to help her study for it, or at least provide entertaining breaks and sneaks while she did the studying. I'm not sure she really thought she was going to get anything done, but she accepted my offer anyway.
We cleared out one of the other rooms, one with some big couches and chairs, a nice den with a big coffee table and carpet that still seemed springy under our feet. It took some sneezing and coughing, but we managed to get it pretty dust free. I guess if I had a television, we could put it in here.
I let her settle in with her notes and books, and tottered off to a nearby store to rustle up some snacks, even under her protests that I wasn't well enough to go outside. I hadn't been outside in nearly a week, and I soon persuaded her that I would be fine, and I would be back before she could blink. I didn't really want to leave her side, but it seemed like she could use some space after spending all day with me, and I...needed a little bit of a breather. Sure, I could control myself, but I wasn't made of stone.
I...might have gotten a little carried away with the snacks. It's not like I've catered to co-eds much, so I just kind of combined Cordy's need for chocolate with Wes' need for something salty, and got a little of everything. She could use some spoiling, right?
"Hey, the snack patrol's back," I said with a grin as I plopped everything down in the den after putting the ice cream in the freezer.