[ But they had lost her. She'd been dead for months and when they'd gotten her back none of them had been able to comprehend how hard it was for her. They'd expected her to be the same old Buffy, for everything to go back to the way it was before. And then they'd chosen to shut her out, to cast her aside because they didn't need her anymore. When all she'd done was try-- ]
I don't want to talk about this.
[ It's more a quiet rush of air than actual words, breathed out as she turned and continued in the direction they'd been going, trying to put physical distance between herself and the subject. Because it hurts to be comforted. As much as she wants to have someone on her side, it kills her inside because she's not used to it. For so long, she's had to be the stone pillar at the center of her group, and now she's alone and cracked in the middle and it hurts for him to see that. ]
[He took off after her, catching up and lengthening his strides to match her pace. He gestured when they were coming to a corner for her to turn right.]
[ She nods at the information, turning when needed, but she stays quiet for a little longer. Just a few moments, and then, quietly, she apologizes. Because he deserves it. ]
[ She's quiet for a moment, unable to refute his statements because she didn't know if they were true or not. ] Neither of us are the people we used to be.
[ Pretend all you want, Spike, but she most certainly caught that unicorn slight. And she will make you pay for it later. ]
Thank you, Spike. [ She steps inside, honestly a bit surprised at the door holding. But boy, is it nice. When was the last time she got this sort of treatment? Other than a few awkward encounters here and there, it really has been quite a while. ]
[He'd been raised in that era, and it was harder to break a hundred years of habit than not, but he found himself less bothered by it when she smiled at him. He grinned, stepping in behind her and going up to the hostess, giving his name and waiting for her to check them in.]
Don't thank me yet. Night's just begun, after all. It could still turn to shit.
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I don't want to talk about this.
[ It's more a quiet rush of air than actual words, breathed out as she turned and continued in the direction they'd been going, trying to put physical distance between herself and the subject. Because it hurts to be comforted. As much as she wants to have someone on her side, it kills her inside because she's not used to it. For so long, she's had to be the stone pillar at the center of her group, and now she's alone and cracked in the middle and it hurts for him to see that. ]
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[He took off after her, catching up and lengthening his strides to match her pace. He gestured when they were coming to a corner for her to turn right.]
Place is just down here.
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I'm sorry.
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[He shrugged, still walking.]
Not used to talking to you about any of this. Kind of expecting to muck it up.
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It's okay. That's kind of what we both do. Mess up the good things in our lives because we don't expect them to last.
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[He would know, after all. He'd been un-alive for long enough.]
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[ But it's a cycle they've both been trapped in for so long. She hopes they find their way out of it, but... things like that are never easy. ]
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I wish I knew. Maybe then we could fix it.
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No, we can't have that.
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[A small smirk as he looked up at the night sky, pretending like he hadn't said what he said.]
Ah, here we are.
[They'd arrived at the restaurant, and Spike moved to open the door for her.]
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Thank you, Spike. [ She steps inside, honestly a bit surprised at the door holding. But boy, is it nice. When was the last time she got this sort of treatment? Other than a few awkward encounters here and there, it really has been quite a while. ]
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Don't thank me yet. Night's just begun, after all. It could still turn to shit.