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WHO:

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WHERE: Buffy's place?
WHEN: This past monday? This monday? IDK
WARNINGS: Probably none... INTENSE CONVERSATIONS
SUMMARY: Angel and Buffy need to share words in a word sharing conversation
FORMAT: actionspamtastic

[ Angel still, had no idea how he was supposed to do this. It had almost been easier when Buffy came to visit him in L.A. because then at least they had argued. It had been easier to tell her to go home, that they both needed to live their own lives when their words were both too sharp and angry to try to fit any amount of warmth in-between. And warmth, for Angel, was enough of a rarity to begin with.

But now he was supposed to talk? And while he'd much rather do it face to face than over the communication devices, he didn't know if he could talk to begin with. The prospects were terrifying; Cordy's death, Connor's existence, how he could just go ahead and tell Buffy those kind of things when no one else was supposed to know to begin with? And how could he even expect her to speak to him afterward? He didn't really want to lose the one good thing he had here, but he didn't want to lie to her, either.

It was Buffy. She was different; she had always been... different.

Standing in front of the door to her apartment, Angel wouldn't be surprised if Buffy knew he was here before he even knocked. Which had nothing to do with why he was hesitating, and more to do with his continued curiosities as to how this place effected all of them. And then he was finally knocking on the door, somehow going even quieter as he waited for Buffy to answer. ]

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[Thankfully Tara and Dawn were out, but the place still cloyed of them and she wanted out. She was never home; always at the dojo or Zee's or Peter's to get out of the stuffy apartment. Sebastian was the only thing that kept her there even a margin of the time, except when she brought him over for playdates with Gaster.

But she had promised Angel a talk, and so she had hung around. Though she wanted to hear what he had to say, she knew she wouldn't like it. That was just the way things went. But she had a thing or two to tell Angel he wouldn't like either -- go figure.

Sure enough, before she even heard his boots in the hall, she was waiting by the door, knowing his approach from long before.]

Angel. [she's saying softly in greeting, opening the door for him.] Come in.

Thanks. [ He musters up a smile, but it's weak at best, making the slow walk into her apartment. ] Nice place. Even nicer in person.

[She shrugs, it was a nice place. She just wished it was only hers.] Can't complain. There are... places to sit. Choices, even. [Buffy gestures to the couch in suggestion]

Choices are.. good. [ What else was he supposed to say to that, Buffy? But he goes to sit, perching on the edge of the couch as he waits for her, gaze lifted, absently watching her every move. ]

How're you? Honestly.

Honestly? [She perches on the opposite end, hands on her knees. IF HE IS WATCHING SO INTENTLY then he may notice her claddagh ring is turned right side up.] Things are... Good. Ish. Complicated but.

Good.

[ HE'S A LITTLE MORE FOCUSED ON OTHER THINGS, and it's likely he'll notice eventually, probably momentarily; but for right now he's watching her face, listening to her words. ]

Glad to hear it. I know things haven't gotten any easier.

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[She allows for a meek smile to rival his from before, shrugging a little.] Things are easier here than they were in Sunnydale. I can have what I always wanted, right? A normal life.

[If only she didn't sound bitter it would be more of a talking point.] As normal as this place gets anyway.

[ Angel's tempted to say something about how now that she's here, he has to wonder how much she actually wants to have it, but he keeps his mouth shut on that matter. ]

When life's more normal in the dimension you've been kidnapped into than the one you've got back home- [ he shakes his head, leaning back into the couch ] You know, i'm not gonna finish that sentence.

Probably best if you don't.

Probably. But you're doing okay.

Okay as an okay thing. [Looks away, worrying her lip] How was Jersey?

Not too bad, not worth staying though. [ Arms folded across his chest, he's looking around her place to keep his gaze occupied. ] People kept mistaking me for some other Angel they knew. Never thought i'd end up being that guy with that name.

At least like that.

[Okay that gets a laugh] You just came back so you could be the only Angel again. Admit it.

Considering the reaction I get every time I say my name around this place, it wasn't an easy decision to make.

Yeah, well, it's not the most discreet. [This from 'Buffy'] ..But I'm glad you came back.

Yeah. Me too. [ he givs Buffy a slightly more serious look, ] Don't know if i'll stay, but i'm here for awhile longer.

[She nods, knowing something like that was coming even if it still hurts.]

Then I'll just have to make it count.

Think it's worth it to ruin it with a talk, then? [ Angel's not even pretending to smile about any of this. ]

[She nods.] A talking talk with... talking.

And words, I guess. I mean, that's why you're here, right?

Why else would I be? [ ..... that was unintentionally questionable. ] Except for the talking. And the company.

[She looked sheepishly at her carpet, picking out the colors before she could dredge back up her voice.]

Where should we start?

[ And yet Angel couldn't look anywhere but right at her, no matter how badly he didn't want to talk about.. well, anything he probably should be telling her. ]

Depends on what you want to know.

[Feeling his eyes, she looks up.] Your son?

[ That, he.. was not expecting. He goes all the more solemnly still, staring at her for a few painfully long seconds. ]

Did Wesley tell you?

I... [she softens, trembling almost imperceptibly.] I would rather you did.