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When they got into the room, Giles shrugged his jacket off and took off his shoes. It’d been a long flight, and an even longer week. He watched as his wife sat down on the bed and curled up on herself. A frown passed his lips when she started to talk about her friends again. It was obvious that all of this was hurting her more than she wanted to admit.
“Fred,” Giles said as he sat beside her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer so she could lay her head on his shoulder. “You’re braver than me, do you know that?” He placed a soft kiss on her head before continuing. “When Buffy came back from the dead, she was different. I couldn’t handle it and the first chance I got, I left Sunnydale and went back to England. At least you’re staying because you know this isn’t about them, but it’s about Dana. And you know, you’re much better than they are because you’re going to help someone else, not capture them for your own needs.”
He didn’t know if he was saying the right thing or not. Sighing, he slowly stroked her hair. “I wish I could make it better for you, love. I don’t to see you hurting like this,” Giles whispered. He looked back toward the bed and noticed a room service menu. “How about we get something to eat and take a nap. Will that help you feel better?”
When they got into the room, Giles shrugged his jacket off and took off his shoes. It’d been a long flight, and an even longer week. He watched as his wife sat down on the bed and curled up on herself. A frown passed his lips when she started to talk about her friends again. It was obvious that all of this was hurting her more than she wanted to admit.
“Fred,” Giles said as he sat beside her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer so she could lay her head on his shoulder. “You’re braver than me, do you know that?” He placed a soft kiss on her head before continuing. “When Buffy came back from the dead, she was different. I couldn’t handle it and the first chance I got, I left Sunnydale and went back to England. At least you’re staying because you know this isn’t about them, but it’s about Dana. And you know, you’re much better than they are because you’re going to help someone else, not capture them for your own needs.”
He didn’t know if he was saying the right thing or not. Sighing, he slowly stroked her hair. “I wish I could make it better for you, love. I don’t to see you hurting like this,” Giles whispered. He looked back toward the bed and noticed a room service menu. “How about we get something to eat and take a nap. Will that help you feel better?”