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It was... refreshing, to have a conversation with Willow Rosenberg. Especially if one considers our history. This is after all, the girl I condemned to death once. Her or thousands of others. But we didn't talk about that now. We talked about...normal things.
Food, and drinks and family and friends and getting married in Las Vegas. By Elvis. Or perhaps eloping to Mexico was better. Which amused me to my surprise. And for some reason I was able to joke with her about that without my usual stuttering and stammering. It was utterly random talk, but it was amusing and entertaining. And it kept us from every day drama.
Such as demons, and monster, and me getting shot and her going to have to spend the night as a guest of Cordelia. I shuddered at the thought, having spend some nights there on the sofa as well. After that building exploded around me, after...Faith, and recently after being shot. I suspect it may even be worse for Willow. She'll be forced into...'girl talk'.
"Well," I start, sighing and checking my watch. "It's nice right now, so I suppose ten would be a descent hour? Her message said that she'd be going home right now. If..." I frowned and suddenly felt nervous. I mean, it was slightly ridiculous to ask since we just had coffee and all. "If-if you want we can have tea at...errr...my place? Or-or I can take you to Cordy right now."
Oh dear god. What if she said yes? Had I cleaned up at my flat? Of course not, as much as I wanted to, in the state I was currently in I could hardly do so. Cordy came over once a week to do that. And oddly enough Gunn, did my laundry. I'm still trying to work that one out. The place was a mess! Well, no turning back now.
It was... refreshing, to have a conversation with Willow Rosenberg. Especially if one considers our history. This is after all, the girl I condemned to death once. Her or thousands of others. But we didn't talk about that now. We talked about...normal things.
Food, and drinks and family and friends and getting married in Las Vegas. By Elvis. Or perhaps eloping to Mexico was better. Which amused me to my surprise. And for some reason I was able to joke with her about that without my usual stuttering and stammering. It was utterly random talk, but it was amusing and entertaining. And it kept us from every day drama.
Such as demons, and monster, and me getting shot and her going to have to spend the night as a guest of Cordelia. I shuddered at the thought, having spend some nights there on the sofa as well. After that building exploded around me, after...Faith, and recently after being shot. I suspect it may even be worse for Willow. She'll be forced into...'girl talk'.
"Well," I start, sighing and checking my watch. "It's nice right now, so I suppose ten would be a descent hour? Her message said that she'd be going home right now. If..." I frowned and suddenly felt nervous. I mean, it was slightly ridiculous to ask since we just had coffee and all. "If-if you want we can have tea at...errr...my place? Or-or I can take you to Cordy right now."
Oh dear god. What if she said yes? Had I cleaned up at my flat? Of course not, as much as I wanted to, in the state I was currently in I could hardly do so. Cordy came over once a week to do that. And oddly enough Gunn, did my laundry. I'm still trying to work that one out. The place was a mess! Well, no turning back now.