Samhain
Jenny smiled at the familiar scenery passing her by from the driver's seat of their rental car. Her husband stared out the passenger window, cleaning his glasses as he did so.
"Ghosts, goblins... black cats... corpses, zombies..."
"And on top of that, it's Halloween," she joked, throwing him a smirk.
His answering glare was soft and facetious, and faded almost as quickly as it appeared. "Clever, darling. However, I do suggest you keep your day job."
Half-sighing, half-chuckling, Jenny threw a glance over at him as they made their way to Revello Drive. "Are you really okay coming back here?"
"Of course, Jenny. Quite a silly question, that is."
To her, it seemed perfectly relevant and rational. She knew moving back to Sunnydale would be a big deal for them. It was the second major time they'd packed all their things and crossed international waters. Not to mention, their last visit to Sunnydale had been nearly fatal.
Besides, she had seen how rejuvenated he'd been when they relocated to England. And, not long after they landed at LAX once again, it seemed the weight he carried around with him in California had resettled itself on his shoulders.
Quietly, Rupert responded, "It's important to you, Jenny. Thus, it is important to me."
She smiled, instantly able to hear the slight fib. "Liar," she teased.
"Do I wish we'd been able to make things work in Westbury? Certainly. But do I regret returning to Sunnydale? Of course not."
"I know. It's just... Sunnydale is 'home' to me." Off his look, she smiled. "I know I've lived just about everywhere. But things changed when we fell in love, Rupert. Sunnydale became my home, because that's where you were. So," she shrugged, "this place has... sentimental value."
"Ghosts, goblins... black cats... corpses, zombies..."
"And on top of that, it's Halloween," she joked, throwing him a smirk.
His answering glare was soft and facetious, and faded almost as quickly as it appeared. "Clever, darling. However, I do suggest you keep your day job."
Half-sighing, half-chuckling, Jenny threw a glance over at him as they made their way to Revello Drive. "Are you really okay coming back here?"
"Of course, Jenny. Quite a silly question, that is."
To her, it seemed perfectly relevant and rational. She knew moving back to Sunnydale would be a big deal for them. It was the second major time they'd packed all their things and crossed international waters. Not to mention, their last visit to Sunnydale had been nearly fatal.
Besides, she had seen how rejuvenated he'd been when they relocated to England. And, not long after they landed at LAX once again, it seemed the weight he carried around with him in California had resettled itself on his shoulders.
Quietly, Rupert responded, "It's important to you, Jenny. Thus, it is important to me."
She smiled, instantly able to hear the slight fib. "Liar," she teased.
"Do I wish we'd been able to make things work in Westbury? Certainly. But do I regret returning to Sunnydale? Of course not."
"I know. It's just... Sunnydale is 'home' to me." Off his look, she smiled. "I know I've lived just about everywhere. But things changed when we fell in love, Rupert. Sunnydale became my home, because that's where you were. So," she shrugged, "this place has... sentimental value."