( there used to be a time when she was confident around him. when she wasn't awkward ─ okay, when she was less awkward around him. months apart and suddenly being around him feels all new again. which isn't a bad thing, it's just... it's going to take some getting over, because she doesn't want to do new. no matter how much she knows they've headed separate ways and this Angel isn't the Angel she knew.
scratch that. he's absolutely the same Angel she's known.
watching him pick up her pillow, she wonders if he'd have gone for Mister Gordo if he was in arms reach. the memory of catching him after climbing through her window one night, cradling the small pink pig in those large arms brings a warm smile to her face. )
Are you going to tell her where you went? ( it's taken some time to process but, knowing Angel has Cordelia there, in LA with him, working alongside ─ for him, oddly enough reassures Buffy when she starts to worry about him. which happens often. knowing he has someone ─ a friend he can trust, and who isn't going to stab him in the back the first chance they get, is a comfort.
pulling her legs up and sitting criss-cross applesauce style on Willow's bed, Buffy's soft expression shifts; her smile teasing, as are her words. he looks like he could use some. in the good matured way. not at all mean. ) Not every night, but a few nights a week. Gotcha. ( she winks, but can't hold the small laugh back. she remembers him at the Bronze. the lurking from the shadows and never truly mingling with anyone but her. for the life of her she can't picture him schmoozing it up at parties, even LA ones. )
Are they at least better than the parties here? ( the ones where ancient demon pieces are assembled, or where a stupid mask rises the dead to crash your house and destroy all your furniture, or the newest one... ) Where frat guys host a Halloween party and accidentally summon a fear demon and bring out the worst fears of every guest in attendance? ( is that oddly specific? sure is. ) Not to make you jealous or anything. ( she knows she knows all the cool people, Angel. this isn't her rubbing it in his nose. ) College has been an...experience. To put it mildly. Did I tell you, Willow wasn't my first roommate? The first one was taken back to her dimension. ( see? she will never have a normal life. no matter how hard she tries for the experience, it just isn't in the cards for her. )
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scratch that. he's absolutely the same Angel she's known.
watching him pick up her pillow, she wonders if he'd have gone for Mister Gordo if he was in arms reach. the memory of catching him after climbing through her window one night, cradling the small pink pig in those large arms brings a warm smile to her face. )
Are you going to tell her where you went? ( it's taken some time to process but, knowing Angel has Cordelia there, in LA with him, working alongside ─ for him, oddly enough reassures Buffy when she starts to worry about him. which happens often. knowing he has someone ─ a friend he can trust, and who isn't going to stab him in the back the first chance they get, is a comfort.
pulling her legs up and sitting criss-cross applesauce style on Willow's bed, Buffy's soft expression shifts; her smile teasing, as are her words. he looks like he could use some. in the good matured way. not at all mean. ) Not every night, but a few nights a week. Gotcha. ( she winks, but can't hold the small laugh back. she remembers him at the Bronze. the lurking from the shadows and never truly mingling with anyone but her. for the life of her she can't picture him schmoozing it up at parties, even LA ones. )
Are they at least better than the parties here? ( the ones where ancient demon pieces are assembled, or where a stupid mask rises the dead to crash your house and destroy all your furniture, or the newest one... ) Where frat guys host a Halloween party and accidentally summon a fear demon and bring out the worst fears of every guest in attendance? ( is that oddly specific? sure is. ) Not to make you jealous or anything. ( she knows she knows all the cool people, Angel. this isn't her rubbing it in his nose. ) College has been an...experience. To put it mildly. Did I tell you, Willow wasn't my first roommate? The first one was taken back to her dimension. ( see? she will never have a normal life. no matter how hard she tries for the experience, it just isn't in the cards for her. )