I love you, too. Is exactly what she means when she tells him she likes watching him right back. She's never stopped liking watching him. She never will either.
Some people might say there's something almost as terrifying as a but followed a pause, and that's an, I think. Or some form of it like, I've been thinking. But for Buffy, it's that; I think we need to talk. It's exactly how he started the conversation, the very one sided conversation since he had already made up his mind about leaving. Adding a, "but not now and not here." Almost the same as the it can wait, he tells her, now.
Her heart sinks instantly. And though this might not be the sewers, it's still only them and a conversation (bad or good, she isn't sure) looming over her head. Slowly she sits up, trying to brace herself for the inevitable bad news that's going to follow. Except, oh that's right! He's going to keep it for a week! That has her bolting up, off the bed and turning to pace. Her mind is reeling, and not with anything good because she's trying to push away the memories of the last time they talked.
"You're damn right I'm not going to be able to concentrate! Not now and not tomorrow when I'm taking the test." She snaps, whirling around with Slayer speed and grace to face him. "God, what the hell, Angel? You can't do this. You can't just drop a bomb on me and expect me to hold it and not worry if it's going to blow my whole world up..." She manages to keep from saying, again! "Or if it's a dud and I worried myself for nothing." She explains, failing to keep her voice even. "So while it might not change for you if you hold onto it for another week, it's going to mess my week up. And I have enough crap on my plate, so you might as well tell me now." She demands, folding her arms over her chest and staring down at him, determined.
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Some people might say there's something almost as terrifying as a but followed a pause, and that's an, I think. Or some form of it like, I've been thinking. But for Buffy, it's that; I think we need to talk. It's exactly how he started the conversation, the very one sided conversation since he had already made up his mind about leaving. Adding a, "but not now and not here." Almost the same as the it can wait, he tells her, now.
Her heart sinks instantly. And though this might not be the sewers, it's still only them and a conversation (bad or good, she isn't sure) looming over her head. Slowly she sits up, trying to brace herself for the inevitable bad news that's going to follow. Except, oh that's right! He's going to keep it for a week! That has her bolting up, off the bed and turning to pace. Her mind is reeling, and not with anything good because she's trying to push away the memories of the last time they talked.
"You're damn right I'm not going to be able to concentrate! Not now and not tomorrow when I'm taking the test." She snaps, whirling around with Slayer speed and grace to face him. "God, what the hell, Angel? You can't do this. You can't just drop a bomb on me and expect me to hold it and not worry if it's going to blow my whole world up..." She manages to keep from saying, again! "Or if it's a dud and I worried myself for nothing." She explains, failing to keep her voice even. "So while it might not change for you if you hold onto it for another week, it's going to mess my week up. And I have enough crap on my plate, so you might as well tell me now." She demands, folding her arms over her chest and staring down at him, determined.