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WHO:

slayerpreferred
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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[ Angel had to think that one over, trying to figure out when Spike was from to warrant him killing someone for.. that exact reason. He hadn't even had a chance to talk to him while he was here and all Angel can do is sigh, grimacing slightly. ]

Guess some tigers just can't change their stripes. Even though Spike's usually more like a tabby. [ just keep diggin' yourself into that hole, Angel. ]

[Ummm. Buffy raises an eyebrow, suddenly shifting between horrified and bemused.] A tabby.

[ At least it made her stop looking so entirely miserable, score one for Angel. ] They both started with a 'T'.

And thank you, Elmo.

Next time i'll count, would that be better?

[she snorts, and okay yes it's hard to stay miserable :c] Only if you do the accent.

[ sometimes he tries okay ;; ] Think that might be pushing it.

[totes batting her eyelashes] Not even for me?

[ SO NOT FAIR ] Maybe for you. But only one time.

I'll have to save that one for a special occasion.

Special enough that you'll forget I even offered?

[She let him wonder about that for a moment, then slowly shook her head.] It was a nice try, though.

Worth a shot.

[ There's a long pause where the humor of the moment fades and Angel goes right back to looking at her all too seriously. ] You know if you ever need anything.. No matter what.

Angel... [She went back to avoiding eye contact just as seriously, eyebrows knitting together.] I know.

[ There were so many things he wanted to say and it just hurt being here. He wanted to ask what she'd do now if he was a human, if all the things he kept fighting for even mattered. But it was hard enough with her not even looking at him. ]

Right. [ and he's slowly trying to inch his way off her couch. ] Then, I should go.

[That got her to look at him, eyes wide with all the pretense stripped away.]

You don't have to. I mean, it's up to you.

I just don't want us- [ Aaand, he freezes all over again, still looking at her. All things considered, he knew wht he wanted, and yet he didn't.

It always got so much more confusing; not that he blamed Buffy for that. ] I'm not looking for anything from this, Buffy. [ yeah that.. would always be a lie. ]

[She wrinkled her nose, knowing she had said the same thing; knowing it was a lie for them both.]

You don't want us...?

To do this again.

[She's not playing dumb, Angel. They've talked about a lot of things in a short period of time :(]

Care to be more specific?

[ He knows she's not, he just really doesn't want to talk about this.... not that he thinks Buffy does. ]

I should really just be glad that we're not fighting.

[Still not sure she follows, Buffy frowns slightly.]

I'm.. with the gladness too. Trust me. You're... You're the last person I want to fight with. Especially here.

[ He knows that too, and he's not trying particularly hard to clear up her confusion.

Which is his sneaky way of trying to divert from the topic entirely even if it's all he wants to talk about. He's just.. a problem. ]

Maybe we can actually make that much work this time.