And what if you do, and wake up knowing what I do? Or more? [ he hasn't heard or seen what she's talking about, but he gets the idea of what happens from her description. if he's further along than her, she could fall into one of these 'deep sleeps' and wake up from the same time, or further along even. she could wake up remembering their confrontation about Faith. ] They're our reasons, in our world, Buffy. Not here, where it hasn't happened yet. At least not for you.
[ he understands entirely too well why Faith became friends with Buffy here. recapturing something she'd thought she'd lost - even if she said they'd made some sort of peace with each other eventually, to be able and go back, have a Buffy who doesn't have all that baggage yet... there's no way to resist that temptation. ]
You wouldn't know, anyway. You [ don't remember ] weren't there.
[ he's surprised at first when she reaches for his hand, and then startled that she noticed the ring. he doesn't even think about it, anymore. he doesn't wear it very often, mostly because he never knows when he'll be fighting, and having it catch on something--well, having a finger reattached isn't fun, so mostly he leaves it in his pocket or on his nightstand. he'd found it in his pocket when he arrived here though, and since there's no fighting to deal with... he hadn't even thought about which way to wear it; he'd rather not wear it at all, than wear it with the heart pointing outward. ]
Buffy... [ his voice is soft, and entreating; he doesn't really know what he wants to say, or if he even wants to say anything. he wants to say everything, and when that happens, he falls back on her name. it's definitely not the beginning of him telling her to stop, though. if anything, it's him giving in, completely. she's so good, and he just wants that near him, hoping to reflect a little of it, so that no one can see his own darkness. he's always been drawn to Buffy's light. ]
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[ he understands entirely too well why Faith became friends with Buffy here. recapturing something she'd thought she'd lost - even if she said they'd made some sort of peace with each other eventually, to be able and go back, have a Buffy who doesn't have all that baggage yet... there's no way to resist that temptation. ]
You wouldn't know, anyway. You [ don't remember ] weren't there.
[ he's surprised at first when she reaches for his hand, and then startled that she noticed the ring. he doesn't even think about it, anymore. he doesn't wear it very often, mostly because he never knows when he'll be fighting, and having it catch on something--well, having a finger reattached isn't fun, so mostly he leaves it in his pocket or on his nightstand. he'd found it in his pocket when he arrived here though, and since there's no fighting to deal with... he hadn't even thought about which way to wear it; he'd rather not wear it at all, than wear it with the heart pointing outward. ]
Buffy... [ his voice is soft, and entreating; he doesn't really know what he wants to say, or if he even wants to say anything. he wants to say everything, and when that happens, he falls back on her name. it's definitely not the beginning of him telling her to stop, though. if anything, it's him giving in, completely. she's so good, and he just wants that near him, hoping to reflect a little of it, so that no one can see his own darkness. he's always been drawn to Buffy's light. ]