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WHO: Castiel, OTA
WHAT: Cas is contemplating life in Peaksville.
WHERE: He's not at the bar for once. Center of town.
WHEN: Day 45.

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One day of Cordelia's voice being the equivalent of a sonic scream had been enough to exhaust her. She'd found her room, though begrudgingly, and curled up in her bed to sleep. And she slept. And she kept sleeping. She couldn't be bothered. Buffy was tired. She needed the rest. But, eventually, sitting around the boarding house got to her. She was bored. Restless. She didn't really know what she could, or was supposed to, do. The best idea she came up with for anything to do was just to walk around the town and attempt to get a grip on it. Where things were, how things worked...

She figured it might be just as well to start from the center and work her way out. She took a quick survey of the places and things she passed on the way, but wasn't trying to map it all out in her head too meticulously. Not yet. With all of these things in mind, and the thoughts of what she'd left behind at home weighing upon those, she made her quiet journey into the center of town

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To say he had given up on the idea of Buffy never returning to him would be a...lie. The moment Dean had come back to Peaksville he was always longingly awaiting the moment when the slayer would walk through the doors and grace them with her presence once more. Cas had promised himself that he wouldn't be as he had been once before. That he would put more thought into how he approached her. That he would be around her more than he had before and it was something that he intended to keep. Though the former angel's ear to the ground hadn't exactly been one thing he was practicing. While most people were gossiping away (and Cas probably would have figured out that Buffy had returned through that way).

He hadn't. The lack of connection to the other residents had only left him annoyed with the situation he was in, thus only thinking of himself in many scenarios rather than anyone else. He'd all but figured that he could lounge back and enjoy a day after the headache had subsided but it didn't seem to get to that way the moment her

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Buffy immediately tensed. There were arms around her. Arms she didn't know. But she remembered what Cordelia had told her - she'd been here before. She didn't remember it, but she had. She'd met people. Made connections with them. Which only meant that people had connections with her. This man, clearly, was one of them. "Um -" she started, sighing.

"... I - ... Knew you, obviously, but -... who are you?"

She figured it would be better to be straightforward. Something in her gut told her not to push him away, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to tell him that she didn't understand his affection. Buffy tried to relax, but to her, this was a stranger. Just... holding her. Talking to her like he was desperate for her. He'd missed her.

And a part of her wished she could tell him she'd missed him, too. But she hadn't. She didn't even know who he was.

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Castiel had noticed the moment her body went tense that she wasn't comfortable with something he had tended to do before her tape had originally been burnt and he knew. It was the same as the others before her and the others that would undoubtedly follow and still he wanted to pretend it was completely different as he stood there for a brief moment, shutting his eyes and pretending for the most part that Buffy hadn't asked who he was and this was still completely normal. At least to him it was but it really wasn't going to end up with him skipping off with her into the sunset and he would rather not entertain ideas that he could get into the swing of things again