they're just pieces of you -- something you left behind

[slaying]

[WHO] slaying & undoing
[WHERE] Angel's room; S410
[ABOUT] go go awkward reunion!
[WARNINGS] pg13

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[slaying]

"Hi."

She waited; although, she didn't have to be invited in. But it was courteous to wait because this was his space and there were more than enough boundary issues between the two of them. Buffy tried for a smile--failed--then decided on a neutral, plain line for her mouth to stick to. Neutral. That word kept leaping through her mind. That, and the last time she had seen him. Just briefly before landing in this Godforsaken city. Cookie-dough. She swallowed hard, yet again. Notably, however, she was wearing a gauzy scarf. Cute, a flashy accessory. But it also managed to conceal what they both knew was there. Scars.

"I heard you had a thing for hotels. I mean--Will told me. 'Cause she went there and...well, I guess you know about that. Her going there." Buffy shrugged and allowed her fingers to awkwardly play off each other. Thumbs to thumbs and her other fingers drumming against themselves.

[slaying]

Buffy walked in, grateful for the gesture. She got past Angel and allowed her body language to relax by just a couple of degrees. It was stressful and tense to keep herself so carefully composed, but she wasn't sure how else to approach him. There was a certain protocol involved with ex-lovers, and part of that protocol involved not showing weakness. Even if they were so far away from what they used to be, it was tough to shake that ingrained desire to save face.

"She went up to help Fred, whoever he is." A slight shrug as she turned back to face Angel. She knew no better concerning who Fred was. "She said it was big, but we had our own bigs to look after at the time. And she came back with one Hell of a distraction."

Faith. Oh, what a hot-button topic.