Never normal
Post-Chosen, Clevelandverse
Xander finds Buffy at the kitchen table, surrounded by financial aid forms. "How's it going?"
She carefully copies numbers from one form onto another. "I guess it's better than a poke in the eye with a sharp sti--" She looks up, her expression stricken. "Oh Xander. Oh god, I didn't think. I'm sorry."
"It's okay."
"It's not. I suck."
Taking her hand, he says, "Know what this means? It means 'poor one-eyed Xander' isn't the first thing you think when you see me. We're back to how things used to be."
"Back to normal?"
He grins. "We were never normal."
Xander finds Buffy at the kitchen table, surrounded by financial aid forms. "How's it going?"
She carefully copies numbers from one form onto another. "I guess it's better than a poke in the eye with a sharp sti--" She looks up, her expression stricken. "Oh Xander. Oh god, I didn't think. I'm sorry."
"It's okay."
"It's not. I suck."
Taking her hand, he says, "Know what this means? It means 'poor one-eyed Xander' isn't the first thing you think when you see me. We're back to how things used to be."
"Back to normal?"
He grins. "We were never normal."