Dawn was from a little bit before me, and I was never missing. Not to her. Guess the big assumption is that I wind up right back where I started--err, ended? Whatever.
Why--where else could you go? The universe with no shrimp?
[For her own part, Buffy disagrees. But instead of stirring trouble that she's sure Angel doesn't want or need to deal with at the moment, she simply frowns and leans back against her head-board, journal in hand.]
Buffy, I don't have time for this. I don't-... Ugh. [He'll be shutting his journal and stalking into the kitchen. He's wound a little tight these days, sorry. =/]
[With a sigh, Buffy quietly shuts her own journal and tilts her head back against the wall. She knows when she has been shot down. Time was running out.]
[If you wander into the kitchen anytime today, you'll find a pb&j on a plate in the fridge, crustless and cut in half diagonally. He's not happy right now, but you didn't deserve his frustration.]
[And when she does wander, it is much later and very quietly. Not that it ever made a difference around Angel. She rubs at the side of her head while swinging the door open, but ends up the owner of a small, sad smile at the sight of the sandwich. She'll be taking that stealthily back to her room for bittersweet enjoyment.]
[He's on the couch with his eyes closed, probably the reason she's sneaking. But he's awake. Now that he heard and smelled her heading back down the hall with the sandwich, though, he's gonna let himself drift off to sleep.
[Sweet dreams, Angel. Buffy will be camping out in her room if at any point in the day, you feel like getting into the nitty gritty of the conversation.]
Why--where else could you go? The universe with no shrimp?
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Most people'd be thrilled to go home, you know.
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