( her mouth forms a small O, catching what he says. she hadn't realized it until now, but he's right. it adds a little more light, and exactly that ─ hope ─ to the situation.
the mention of his network post wasn't meant as a jab. it was the easiest out she could find not to make her exit anymore awkward than she's already making it. (except she's making it ten times more awkward it seems. good job, Buffy!) plus, she was surprised to see his texted post when she clicked on the feed earlier. usually people who are a little, or a lot less, familiar with technology seem to make their first post using the video feed. and never accurately. it's either sideways or upside down, completely black or by sheer accident, and everyone watching gets a little more familiar with the poster in a way they never intended. so she'll give him props for mastering text and the network on his first go. )
Right. Good. Mind. That's all I ask. ( she nods, nervously. but when she sees his expression go scared, she could kick herself, too. ) Oh! I didn't mean it like that. ( she insists, gesturing to her neck. ) Or at all. I mean, you drinking from me, 'cos temptation and intimacy and risks and we aren't... ( together, she mouths, her hand waving between them as she rambles. ) I could go to the hospital and ask to have blood drawn and bring it back to you. No risk. No temptation. Just blood. Substance so you don't have to worry about anything being tampered with or whatever.
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the mention of his network post wasn't meant as a jab. it was the easiest out she could find not to make her exit anymore awkward than she's already making it. (except she's making it ten times more awkward it seems. good job, Buffy!) plus, she was surprised to see his texted post when she clicked on the feed earlier. usually people who are a little, or a lot less, familiar with technology seem to make their first post using the video feed. and never accurately. it's either sideways or upside down, completely black or by sheer accident, and everyone watching gets a little more familiar with the poster in a way they never intended. so she'll give him props for mastering text and the network on his first go. )
Right. Good. Mind. That's all I ask. ( she nods, nervously. but when she sees his expression go scared, she could kick herself, too. ) Oh! I didn't mean it like that. ( she insists, gesturing to her neck. ) Or at all. I mean, you drinking from me, 'cos temptation and intimacy and risks and we aren't... ( together, she mouths, her hand waving between them as she rambles. ) I could go to the hospital and ask to have blood drawn and bring it back to you. No risk. No temptation. Just blood. Substance so you don't have to worry about anything being tampered with or whatever.