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WHERE: Whiskey's place, like usual
WHEN: Last night 8D
WARNINGS: will update if necessary? but none to start with, except for DATING DRAMAZ
SUMMARY: Buffy comes over to talk to Peter after her..... week long disappearance.
FORMAT: spaaaam

[ Though he'd been trying to distract himself while he waited for Buffy to show up, it seemed to be a hopeless endeavor. Staring into the depths of his cup of coffee, Peter had tried reading the paper, watching a movie; hell, he'd even tried pacing endlessly. But nothing seemed to cut back the hefty weight of concern.

He was bad at this, he knew he was. The last two women he'd dated made him wary of his every action and reaction, not to mention his most recent transgressions with Adam. But when he got right down to it, Peter knew he just wasn't sure how to go about dealing with this. He was hardy capable of telling his mother when he got upset with her, how was he supposed to tell Buffy?

It would have been easy to come up with a million and a half excuses, and he could, but it all came back to the same fact where he simply didn't want to lose her. Not in a number of different ways. But that didn't mean it hadn't stung, in a way. Mostly, he'd just been trying not to think about it at all.

But with the knock on the door, Peter knew not thinking about it wasn't going to be an option much longer. Setting down his coffee as he meandered his way out of the kitchen, Peter was pulling open the door a second later, free hand wrapped around himself. ]

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Peter. [she greets, a little out of breath, cheeks tinged red from the hurrying but also the increasing cold outside. She wasn't used to this seasons nonsense and as usual, hadn't dressed accordingly.

Buffy is almost completely sober now, her head feeling like a ton of bricks even after one of Zee's famous remedies. It seemed she would be dealing with this hangover the old-fashioned way, and she knew she deserved it to boot. As much as she wanted to sleep it off and forget everything, she had to deal with this first, and smooth things over; terrified of losing Peter so soon into their relationship.

Angel's words still forged in her mind didn't help any, and she looked up at Peter now, waiting for him to say something.]

Hey. [ It's not as if he was going to start in on her the second she showed up, taking a step back as he held the door open. Not to mention, just seeing her had him smiling again, however faintly. ]

Come on in, can I get you anything?

[Oh god he's such a dork. It makes her feel guiltier and warmer all at once.] I'll take some water - if you have it. [knowing full well he's always water-having...]

[ What that wasn't dorky at all, stop that. ]

Yeah, sure. C'mon. [ Closing the door behind her, Peter makes his way back to the kitchen, just.. sort of expecting Buffy to follow him, where he's opening the fridge and pulling out a bottle of water. Aww yeah, he's fully stocked. ]

[She would normally have laughed, but instead she's left smiling softly, moving to sit at the table gingerly.] Thank you.

Welcome. [ Snagging his cup of coffee of the counter, Peter dropped himself into another chair at the table, just looking at Buffy. ] You doing okay?

[ He knew that he should be talking about... things. But it was hard to just jump right into it, he at least needed some kind of tipping point. ]

Better now. [she gestured to the water, drinking some.] Thirstiness is funny that way.

[ Okay, he couldn't help but snorting, looking away for a second. ] Not really what I meant. [ but it's not like he hadn't deflected as well so yeah, he deserved that.

So fine, he'll try this whole talking thing.... ]

Think I care more that you didn't call then anything else.

[She grimaced, then nodded, slowly making eye contact again.]

Zatanna kind of had this great idea to leaveourphonesatherplace. I. It sounded like a great idea when I thought we were only going to be gone like, a day...

[she bit her lip, shaking a little from the hangover and under the full brunt of her own emotion.] I'm sorry. There's really, no excuse. And I'm sorry.

Yeah, I know. She told me, apologize for it too. [ Though he was a bit walled over by concern, which seemed to override even his irritations, he sighed, somehow pulling an accepting flicker of a smile from who knows where. ]

Not like I want you to check in or anything, I don't.. want to be one of those boyfriends. The one who needs to call you all the time. [ Especially since he already knew he was clingy to begin with. ] Didn't even know if you'd been ported out or not, though.

[ and realizing that he'd pressed the point enough, he sighs. ] But it's okay. Really. And you're back now.

[She looks down at her lap, wondering why it feels like she's been lectured for an hour rather than Peter just...letting it go. It made it so much worse, and it was really really adorable.]

I don't mind, checking in. This was a purely, one-time... thing.

And I'm back now. [she echoed, glancing back across the table]

Yeah, you are. [ He smiled a bit more honestly this time, before clearing his throat and shifting to offer up Buffy a completely feigned perturbed look. ]

And without your fan club. Did they ever find their shirts?

[Laughing for real, though she's less than a breath away from crying, Buffy shakes her head.] I really wouldn't know.

My guess is they went back down under. Shirtlessness notwithstanding.

You didn't even stick around long enough to find that out? [ Yeah, okay he was hideous at pretending to be upset too, back to his faint grin a second later. ]

Guess if you're gonna be shirtless down under would be the place to be.

[Buffy couldn't help herself, looking at his chest a beat longer than was strictly appropriate. But then she's shaking it off, reaching out for his hand.]

They were Zatanna's fans anyway. I may as well have been invisible.

Somehow I kind of of doubt that. [ He's all too content to take hold of Buffy's hand, lacing his fingers with hers without a second to spare. ]

I'm not sure you could be invisible if you tried.

When she's around? I may as well be. [But she doesn't sound anything but happy about it. Zee provides her with a sort of anonymity she wouldn't ever be allowed at home. Though that's kind of true of this whole place. She tightens her fingers, shifting closer to him though she knows the table is a rather significant obstacle.]

You're really not mad?

Yeah, well- When she's around you're still the only one I look at. [ But instead of taking the sappy motif and running with it, Peter shrugs a bit, staring down at their entwined fingers as he runs a thumb of the back of her hand. ]

I don't know, not really. Think I was upset for a little while. But I get that things aren't exactly easy right now.

I... [She shivers minutely, almost imperceptibly at the feeling of his fingers.] Willow's from before. She's from right after--She didn't even know I was alive.

[She doesn't want it to sound like an excuse, but she still wants Peter to understand, imploring him with her eyes.]

[ He sighs, looking all the more apologetic. ]

Buffy, you deserved a break even before all this. It's not like I didn't think you had some kind of reason for going, but I don't really think a week long binge is gonna help all that much at this point. [ He pauses for a moment. ] Not that I don't think you figured that one out already.

I was just going to stay at Zee's for a few days but then she had this great idea about Vegas and swindling casinos and karaoke and... I'm so sick of being the adult.

[He looks up to lock eyes with Peter, knowing she might burst into tears at any minute but she's really not sure she cares.]

Ever since Mom died, everything fell to me. Giles stopped... with his watching so everyone looked to me for creepy apocalypse stuff too. And there was Dawn...

I just wanted a break for like, two seconds that meant Dawn wasn't not here and Willow wasn't arrived here, and Tara wasn't cleaning up my mess even though I'm supposed to-- [She was afraid they were coming, but then they suddenly weren't and she took a breath.] I'm supposed to take care of them.

[ Peter just listens, head tilted as he keeps his gaze fully trained on Buffy and her words and trying to soak up as much of her concerns as he possibly can. ]

It shouldn't all have to fall on you in the first place and i'm sorry it does. And I wish I could help more and you know i'm here whenever you need me. For any of it. I could even talk to Willow if you wanted, but- [ he sighs. ]

We don't usually get to take breaks, not when we're supposed to be carrying the.. weight of world, not to mention everything else. So I get it. You have every right to try to get in all the things you never get to have.

No, that's-- I'll talk to her. [She's pulling back her hand to wipe at her face.] I'm ready now.

[She smiled softly, looking up at him with a watery gaze.]

I know you're here. That's why I never should've left.

I don't know, I can't fix everything. [ But he keeps his hand where it is, coming up with a faint smile of his own. ]

I'm not trying to keep you here because of me, Buffy. It's Los Vegas, I can see the appeal. And you thought it was gonna help, can't argue with that.

But it didn't. Help. [Her hand found its way back to his seemingly without her notice.] This does. You..do.

Buffy, I just- I want you to know i'm here for you. [ He offered up a firm squeeze to her hand, almost inclined to pull her closer if the table wasn't in the way. ] Whatever you need. Even if that's just takeout. Hope you know I can still do that.

Is that offer good like, right now? Food might be ...an idea. [Buffy smiles suddenly, getting up to round the table without letting their fingers become disentangled.]

Course It is. I could call for delivery. [ Shifting his chair back away from the table slightly, he smiled a bit up at her, just happy to see her smiling again. ]

In a minute. [she proclaimed, draping herself over his lap, their still joined hands resting on her thigh as she leaned in. a part of her was still terrified that Peter would remember he was angry, but it couldn't stop her from taking what comfort she could from his presence, moving in for a firm kiss.]

[ Peter was far more interested in settling Buffy against him with a hand around her waist, tipping his face up into the kiss. Any distant fog of his own irritations over what had happened had dissipated, and besides, he wanted this more, letting go of an almost necessary sigh against her mouth. ]

[She smiled at that soft sound, her other hand moving to his cheek as she began a series of short, staccato kisses.] I missed you. So much.

[ Fingers playing lightly at her waist, Peter couldn't help trying to pull her in the slightest bit closer, Buffy's words suddenly hitting him hard as he tried to sneak in a few of his own between her kisses. ]

Missed you too. Worried you'd been sent back.

[Breaking the kiss for just a second, Buffy tried to catch her breath against his cheek] You can't get rid of me that easily.

Believe me, i'm not trying to. [ Tipping his head down to nose at her shoulder, Peter just breaths her in, all too content to wrap himself up in her while he has the chance to. ]

[Buffy wraps her arms around his shoulders, nestling her head under his chin.] I have to go see Will tonight. I can't really do any more of the putting off than I already have.

[ Peter turns carefully quiet for a few seconds while he rubs her back, breathing against her hair. ] You should go talk to her, then. We can do dinner some other time.

We could go out? This weekend. [There's an obvious smile in her voice, kissing his ear softly. But then she's sobering, clinging to him that much more.]

I've never had much of a chance to be scared of anything. I mean, me Slayer. Bumps in the night are my specialty. I just bump back. But I can't... stake words like little, word-shaped vampires.

As much as I wish I could.

[ He nods in agreement before simply listening, shifting slightly so he can look at her sideways.

Giving her a bit of he nudge, he leaned in, kissing her nose. ] Hey, maybe if you pretended she was a vampire while you were talking to her, it'd make it easier. Like what they tell you when you give a presentation in front of the class. But different.

Um... [she muffled a sudden laugh against his neck, drawing up to look at him, a bit tearful.] When you compare it to school, it really doesn't lower the intimidation factor.

Oh and there's the thing where I usually don't talk to vampires about my feelings. [Okay so that was just a bald-faced lie. But the ones she planned on killing, anyway...]

Fine, any presentation. [ He snorted, looking a bit sheepish. Yes, he was aware that comparison in no way worked whatsoever, GOD, he'd never claimed to be good at this. ]

But that wasn't- [ Giving his head a shake to brush aside his previous words, he sighs. ] Not like i'm any better at the talking thing. And it's not any easier when it's someone you're close to, I get it.

[ Looking back up at her, he settled a palm against her cheek, trying to go back to being serious. ] You don't have to be the brave to just talk to her. And you don't have to say all the right things, you already know it's not gonna fix itself right away. Actually talking's a step in the right direction though, and that's all you can do.

[Nodding against his hand, she brings up hers to close around it.] I don't know what even to say. I can't forgive her for something she hasn't done yet.

Can't blame her for something she hasn't done yet, either. Doesn't mean you're not going to, though- believe me, I get it. [ Lacing his fingers with hers, he just.. looks apologetic. ] You'll get through it.

[Buffy brushes her lips over the back of Peter's hand, looking obviously pained.] It should be a happy thing, having my best friend here.

It will be. Just give it some time.

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