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[ later today, after the draft is announced, buffy will be stopping by xander's apartment in order to cajole him into some light training. it wasn't long before they would hit the field again together and she is naturally concerned for his safety. a little bit of brush-up could never hurt.
but there was no answer at his door and when she forces it open, there is nothing inside. nothing. oh,...no. first come the tears. brief but heartfelt ones as she leans heavily against the far wall in the apartment's first room. but when she has the shaking of her shoulders and the shudder in her breath under control, buffy carefully opens her journal. ]
Xander Harris...[ damn it, she hates how these things sound like eulogies. how many has she given, now? too many. ] Anyone who knows Xander -- Sunnydalers, people here, friends...family. [ she carefully controls the choke on that last word. not family by the strictest definition, no. but family all the same. ]
He's home, now. Well -- he will be soon. He's gotta be Keroac for a bit. But then he comes home. [ and she stops talking. this is harder than it should be. ]
but there was no answer at his door and when she forces it open, there is nothing inside. nothing. oh,...no. first come the tears. brief but heartfelt ones as she leans heavily against the far wall in the apartment's first room. but when she has the shaking of her shoulders and the shudder in her breath under control, buffy carefully opens her journal. ]
Xander Harris...[ damn it, she hates how these things sound like eulogies. how many has she given, now? too many. ] Anyone who knows Xander -- Sunnydalers, people here, friends...family. [ she carefully controls the choke on that last word. not family by the strictest definition, no. but family all the same. ]
He's home, now. Well -- he will be soon. He's gotta be Keroac for a bit. But then he comes home. [ and she stops talking. this is harder than it should be. ]