Dark_Wesley (dark_wesley) wrote in just_fading,
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Talking

"Ok, I don't know what we are, or what you want, or really much of anything right now except I'm uber-hungry, but... I do know that can't be it. After dinner, you and me, talking this all through. ALL, ok? Then... Weird Science time."

Hmph. Now there was a familiar side of Buffy Summers that I recalled very clearly from my stint as her Watcher, and it wasn't with a great deal of nostalgia-- her stubborn streak. She had all the tenaciousness of the terrier Father had let me have for a grand total of three months when I was a boy.

There were many times where that tenaciousness served her well and had laid low many a powerful enemy. Unfortunately, there were also times when it was damn annoying.

Dinner was served, eaten and cleared away in relative silence, as I think we were both more than preoccupied with our own confused thoughts regarding each other. At least I was confused, and thoroughly, though Buffy's own words did seem to imply that she was in the same state.

I had no better idea than she as to what was going on between us, and for once in my life, the last thing I wanted to do was analyze the situation to death. I didn't know why I was so willing to let things progress as they would, but that was how I felt.

I glanced up from table now empty save for two half-full wine glasses over to where the robot still lay sprawled on the floor and then up to Buffy.

"So."

((Open to Buffy.))
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