[ While she shuffles back to suit his approach, Buffy's breath evacuates her lungs, and she finds herself swept up in him. So what she's expecting when he presses against her is, well …
Not the clink of ice and metal.
She turns her head, surprise flickering first before understanding crosses her expression. A wry smile twists at the corners of her mouth as she eyes the label and looks back up at Rafael. ]
Nell. [ She acknowledges. ] It's always the quiet ones. So all that teasing about us conspiring against you, and you were— [ She waves a hand just past him at the room. Which begs the question how much of this Rafael was talking to her about like is this the kind of friendship where you talk about when you're getting laid because
that's the kind she has with Des tbh and she would understand. ]
no subject
Not the clink of ice and metal.
She turns her head, surprise flickering first before understanding crosses her expression. A wry smile twists at the corners of her mouth as she eyes the label and looks back up at Rafael. ]
Nell. [ She acknowledges. ] It's always the quiet ones. So all that teasing about us conspiring against you, and you were— [ She waves a hand just past him at the room. Which begs the question how much of this Rafael was talking to her about like is this the kind of friendship where you talk about when you're getting laid because
that's the kind she has with Des tbh and she would understand. ]