Xander has a perfectly logical reason to be piling up pillows, blankets, and sofa cushions on the floor of the den. No, really.
Yeah, there'd been
good parts to the last two weeks, and work - of
several kinds - was fine, even though his Slayer's taking off for
another dimension for the weekend.
But
people leaving, people who
left, people who might get a little
nervous about the idea of
him going anyplace... It would make anybody sane consider moving into a fort for the near future.
Granted that doesn't explain why Xander's doing it.
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[OOC: For the fort-buddy. ...Still not you, Madrox. A NWS scene follows this post, but is
filtered.]