Room 227 [Saturday Night/Sunday Morning]

[bridge_carson]

Well, Xander and Bridge have made it through Prom.

And now, look, they've made it to Bridge's room.

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[bridge_carson]

"You don't suck," Bridge says, looking back up at Xander.

[soldtoarmenians]

"Kinda do, yeah," Xander insists, though not all that strongly. "There's just this whole..." And he feels like he has to explain, even though he doesn't want to explain, except kinda does.

"Here's here, right? And nobody cares here. Except me, maybe, and I'm... trying not to. But home is...not here. And Willow, she's pretty much home, doesn't really matter where she is. So yeah, I... worry. About what she thinks."

[bridge_carson]

Bridge nods. "I get that, yeah. It just- sometimes slips my mind that things are different in other places. So it never really occurred to me."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander... well, glances at the phone, yeah. But then he shakes his head. "It shouldn't have to, though. I mean that's exactly what I told Isabel I didn't want to do, make this just be about here. Which is kinda why I sent the picture. 'Cause...you're worth telling about, you know?"

He smiles, a little uncertainly.

[bridge_carson]

Okay, that? Totally causes the dorky grin to come out in full-force.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander smiles again. Or possibly hasn't stopped.

"It does occur to me though that possibly I'm an idiot." This is accompanied by yet another glance at the phone. "By which I mean still being an idiot. 'Cause I'm waiting around for a reply on a phone that I told her I borrowed, instead of going home and checking my e-mail."

He reaches for his shoes, and this time manages to find them on the first try.

[bridge_carson]

"You have a point," Bridge says. "I'll see you later? And... thanks. For last night. It was fun."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander grabs his jacket and tie off the chair, and heads for the door with a grin. "Right back atcha."