You don't look okay. [He says it flatly like it's supposed to be dry humour, but the genuine concern is in there somewhere in the furrow of his brow.
It also twists him and cuts him up inside when she says those words he'd been dreading for years. Buffy died. He shouldn't feel like a failure even though he'd taken it upon himself to keep her safe. By avoiding her completely.
He knows what it's like to die. You don't come back the same. He wants to see her but he doesn't. He wants to hold her but he can't. It makes no sense to want to go back to that room but his legs are itching to move in that direction.]
She remember. That? [Angel's sporting that wounded puppy look he shouldn't be able to pull off.] Are you... you two looking out for each other?
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It also twists him and cuts him up inside when she says those words he'd been dreading for years. Buffy died. He shouldn't feel like a failure even though he'd taken it upon himself to keep her safe. By avoiding her completely.
He knows what it's like to die. You don't come back the same. He wants to see her but he doesn't. He wants to hold her but he can't. It makes no sense to want to go back to that room but his legs are itching to move in that direction.]
She remember. That? [Angel's sporting that wounded puppy look he shouldn't be able to pull off.] Are you... you two looking out for each other?