You don't have to worry about it, since I'm not doing this out of obligation. ( she flashes him a reassuring smile. ) I want to do this for you. ( for all the reasons he already knows she's doing this for; she loves him and does want to make sure he's okay, that he doesn't have to worry about what might be int he blood or what it might cause him. but also because she knows, if there was anything she needed, he wouldn't hesitate to do all he can for her, and that there isn't anything she wouldn't do for him. easy as that. )
I can swing by the hospital tomorrow to see if they can draw blood for me and drop it off at your doorstep. You won't even have to see me. ( she's under no illusion his agreement (and she's taking it for just that since he hasn't argued) to her blood means he'll want to repeal his decision to keep his distance from her. and she wants him to know she's not trying for anything more.
Buffy can count on her hand the number of times she's heard Angel laugh. not simply an amused grunt, but an actual laugh. and each time is like the first time. her smile widens, nose crinkling up as it reaches her eyes. ) There's some girl who has a pet shark. It walks on land and everything. I'm not sure the deets, but that's a thing here. ( she hasn't seen it firsthand, but she has no reason not to believe the friend who told her. ) But the best is Dracula. ( she thinks it's funny, so she waits for the inevitable questioning look she expects him to give her. because she doesn't really believe it's the legend himself, but someone claiming to be him. plus the absurdity someone has the gall to pretend is wild. )
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I can swing by the hospital tomorrow to see if they can draw blood for me and drop it off at your doorstep. You won't even have to see me. ( she's under no illusion his agreement (and she's taking it for just that since he hasn't argued) to her blood means he'll want to repeal his decision to keep his distance from her. and she wants him to know she's not trying for anything more.
Buffy can count on her hand the number of times she's heard Angel laugh. not simply an amused grunt, but an actual laugh. and each time is like the first time. her smile widens, nose crinkling up as it reaches her eyes. ) There's some girl who has a pet shark. It walks on land and everything. I'm not sure the deets, but that's a thing here. ( she hasn't seen it firsthand, but she has no reason not to believe the friend who told her. ) But the best is Dracula. ( she thinks it's funny, so she waits for the inevitable questioning look she expects him to give her. because she doesn't really believe it's the legend himself, but someone claiming to be him. plus the absurdity someone has the gall to pretend is wild. )