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Not dead. Haven't left the room.

Okay, there's that.

[ She listens, quietly, then turns and hugs him. Tight. Not tight enough to Slayer-style break him, but... still tight. ]

All of them blame me. Every last one of them.

[ Her voice gets even quieter. ]

_{Even Mom.}

So, protective. Don't break him. We've barely met.

No, they don't. Buffy, she doesn't. Whatever you saw, that's not real. You know your mom died from something you couldn't change. You couldn't fight. Hell here -- twisted that.

And what about Eve? What about the rest of the girls who died back in Sunnydale? And everyone before the First, and everyone after we left. Except for Mom, how are they not my fault? How is your eye being gone not my fault? Every time you guys have been in danger, even after the global army - when the hell hasn't it been my fault?

[ She swallows, clenching her jaw. She's strong, she can handle this, and she knows it. But it's keeping her awake at night. Nightmares, ghosts of what happened to her down there. ]

I haven't slept more than fifteen minutes at a time since I got back. They're still there. And they had physical form, Xander.

[ Lifting up her shirt a bit, she reveals the scars - some look like stitches, others like hands... they're fading, healing quickly (though slower than her usual)... but they're still there. ]

They wanted to kill me. Take revenge on me.

They're souls. Vengeful souls. It's their thing.

It felt so real.

They're everywhere. I can't do anything without seeing them, or hearing them. It's like they've latched onto me, and held on, and they're not letting go.

Well, they're gonna' have to because I want my best friend and I will fight tooth and nail - naked if I have to - to keep her here.

Please, let's avoid the naked. For the sake of everyone involved.

[ She just... keeps in that tight, tight hugging. ]

Um, nothing is wrong with naked me. Naked me is awesome.

Xander..

[ There's a small chuckle. ]

... Let's just not go there.

Just admit I am an awesome naked guy. When I'm naked. I have nothing to be naked ashamed of.

[ He...won't let this go. ]

I plead the fifth.

Uhuh. This isn't over!

It is so far from not-over. It was over before it started.

How does that make sense? Everyone loves naked jokes? Unless, they're the butt of them. Get it? Butt?

I just don't like to picture my best friend naked.

Well, I don't go around picturing you, either.

Appreciate it.

You should!

[ She shakes her head a little, then leans against his shoulder. ]

I don't tell you I love you enough.

You imply it. Without words. Silently.

Yeah, but sometimes, it's just one of those things you need to hear.

My roommate's not an ass but I love that you care.

... That made absolutely no sense, you realize.

If he is. An ass. You care. You said -- look, I mean -- I love you.

I always care.

[ Smiles. ]

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