After Spike and Faith left the room for the kitchen, I really wasn't sure what to do with myself. I'd had enough of simply sitting around letting the dried blood on my clothes to cling to my skin. Not only was it uncomfortable, but it was a constant reminder to me and to everyone else in the room what had happened earlier tonight. Willow was
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The door to her bedroom was ajar. I looked in. It seemed like she was asleep. I just looked at her for a minute. She really was pretty. I mean, she'd been a pain in my arse for years, but I had to admit the girl was nice looking.
Except that wasn't exactly true, was it? The pain in the arse part. That wasn't this Buffy. It was the old Buffy, and this girl was just... a bit different. Nicer, maybe, at least to me. I guess that was because now I was stronger than her, she didn't feel like she could just punch me in the face when it suited her. Well, that was an improvement. But there was something more. Her attitude had changed, I reckoned. I didn't know quite what to make of it.
I hovered by the doorway, wondering if I should stay or go.
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"What are you doing here?"
The funny thing was that she didn't sound completely pissed off.
"Erm..." I pause and try to think of a flippant reply, but instead find myself telling the truth. "Jus' wanted to see if you were alright, is all. Glory banged you up good." I shuffle my feet awkwardly and look at her. "So are you? Alright, that is?" I pull my pack of smokes from my pocket and fiddle with the lid. Dunno why I've got all awkward around Buffy suddenly. Not like me at all.
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Wasn't it just earlier tonight that I felt the most comfortable I've felt since the split? And at his place? What was wrong with me?
Confused at his.. concern and the fact that he actually came up to see how I was doing, I flicked my eyes away for a moment. "I'm fine," I half lied. I was better, but far from fine. But why would I want Spike to know that?
Sighing, I looked at him again. "You didn't look so well yourself back there," I added as I watched him pull out his cigarattes.
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