Giles noticed his wife's very visible shudder, and he furrowed his brows. "Everything alright, dear?"
She nodded, pushing her hair behind one ear. "Yeah." She flicked a small smile. "I'm fine. Just... thought of something."
And then she was staring at the table again, skin between her brows creasing as her eyes searched the air before her. Giles couldn't help but wonder what exactly was running through her head in that moment.
He knew her dreams had been bothering her again, that she'd been seeing things in the subconscious. Unfortunately, she never knew which pieces of her dreams were prophetic until they came true. He knew that bothered her and wished he knew how to help her. Yet all he could do was lend an ear when she needed to talk things out, and lend a supportive hand when hers needed holding.
"Hey, Giles..." Buffy caught his attention, and he glanced up.
"Hmm?"
"Think we could maybe take a break from the research stuff for a little bit? Dawn needs help with her homework."
"Oh. Of-of course," he nodded, waving her off. "By all means, Buffy."
She grimaced a little. "Actually, I was kind of hoping you'd do it." Quickly, she rushed in with an explanation. "It's just that it's about the Civil War, and I'm really not great with history. But you are, so I figured--"
"It's fine, Buffy," he told her quietly. "I'll help her."
He met Jenny's eyes briefly once Buffy had glanced away, the two of them exchanging a silent conversation. He sighed softly through his nose, looking down at his book and marking the page before closing it.
His Slayer was becoming dangerously reliant on him... borderline co-dependent, really. This couldn't go on.
She nodded, pushing her hair behind one ear. "Yeah." She flicked a small smile. "I'm fine. Just... thought of something."
And then she was staring at the table again, skin between her brows creasing as her eyes searched the air before her. Giles couldn't help but wonder what exactly was running through her head in that moment.
He knew her dreams had been bothering her again, that she'd been seeing things in the subconscious. Unfortunately, she never knew which pieces of her dreams were prophetic until they came true. He knew that bothered her and wished he knew how to help her. Yet all he could do was lend an ear when she needed to talk things out, and lend a supportive hand when hers needed holding.
"Hey, Giles..." Buffy caught his attention, and he glanced up.
"Hmm?"
"Think we could maybe take a break from the research stuff for a little bit? Dawn needs help with her homework."
"Oh. Of-of course," he nodded, waving her off. "By all means, Buffy."
She grimaced a little. "Actually, I was kind of hoping you'd do it." Quickly, she rushed in with an explanation. "It's just that it's about the Civil War, and I'm really not great with history. But you are, so I figured--"
"It's fine, Buffy," he told her quietly. "I'll help her."
He met Jenny's eyes briefly once Buffy had glanced away, the two of them exchanging a silent conversation. He sighed softly through his nose, looking down at his book and marking the page before closing it.
His Slayer was becoming dangerously reliant on him... borderline co-dependent, really. This couldn't go on.
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