"For a while. Right. " She repeats, but it's more of a mumble to herself. "Until he heals up and potentially comes back with reinforcements of some kind." Or just him, with a bigger, better plan to hurt her. Maybe not physically but, Spike knows where her weaknesses lie. Her mom, her friends, and Angel. He could use any of them to get to her, now.
Buffy understands exactly what Angel's saying. "They mean well, but sometimes they're more of a... I don't want to say liability but..." It fits. Somewhat. "I love them, I do. And I'm grateful they wanna help, but trying to keep them safe and trying to kill the monster of the week, or nightly vamps on patrol isn't easy." And now that he's gotten a taste of it for himself, she's definitely going to use it to her advantage one of these nights. Only if the need arises. Having him chime in when she needs Giles or any of the others to keep away from a particular fight.
As for what he didn't say? She gets that, too. She was all set for a nice break away from the Hellmouth, not him, when everything went to shit in an entirely different fashion than it does here and she got restless. Incredibly restless. Without vampires or demons to use as an outlet for her disappointment, all of her energy mounted. Being home now, she feels the all of the pent up energy just under the surface, needing to be spent.
She has a few ideas in mind on how to get it all out...
Knowing he's looking at her, she keeps her focus in front of them, watching where they're going as they step out of the cemetery and onto the thankfully quiet and empty street, heading towards the mansion.
And because she can't resist, she drops her voice, making a show of mimicking his, "How was your summer, Buffy? What did you do?" Trying not to laugh.
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Buffy understands exactly what Angel's saying. "They mean well, but sometimes they're more of a... I don't want to say liability but..." It fits. Somewhat. "I love them, I do. And I'm grateful they wanna help, but trying to keep them safe and trying to kill the monster of the week, or nightly vamps on patrol isn't easy." And now that he's gotten a taste of it for himself, she's definitely going to use it to her advantage one of these nights. Only if the need arises. Having him chime in when she needs Giles or any of the others to keep away from a particular fight.
As for what he didn't say? She gets that, too. She was all set for a nice break away from the Hellmouth, not him, when everything went to shit in an entirely different fashion than it does here and she got restless. Incredibly restless. Without vampires or demons to use as an outlet for her disappointment, all of her energy mounted. Being home now, she feels the all of the pent up energy just under the surface, needing to be spent.
She has a few ideas in mind on how to get it all out...
Knowing he's looking at her, she keeps her focus in front of them, watching where they're going as they step out of the cemetery and onto the thankfully quiet and empty street, heading towards the mansion.
And because she can't resist, she drops her voice, making a show of mimicking his, "How was your summer, Buffy? What did you do?" Trying not to laugh.