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.]
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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.]