[ Somehow (probably by way of the Rafael Giovanni school of wisdom checks being a sexually transmitted disease in line with Buffy's previous sexual experiences), that answer doesn't even occur to Buffy as a possibility until it's out of his mouth.
She manages to limit her reaction to stunned silence, but mustering a real answer still takes her a moment. Swallowing thickly, she smooths her thumb over the back of his hand in a soothing gesture. The real problem comes in the form of her inability to promise that she'll be anywhere but dead, of course. All the same, a smile bravely tugs over her lips. ]
With you, I hope.
[ Beyond hope, there is no certainty. Wherever that is, though, she can't imagine she'd be unhappy. ]
Don't get me wrong, I can imagine friendlier retirement spots, but something tells me we'll never be the type for crocheting and golf.
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[ Somehow (probably by way of the Rafael Giovanni school of wisdom checks being a sexually transmitted disease in line with Buffy's previous sexual experiences), that answer doesn't even occur to Buffy as a possibility until it's out of his mouth.
She manages to limit her reaction to stunned silence, but mustering a real answer still takes her a moment. Swallowing thickly, she smooths her thumb over the back of his hand in a soothing gesture. The real problem comes in the form of her inability to promise that she'll be anywhere but dead, of course. All the same, a smile bravely tugs over her lips. ]
With you, I hope.
[ Beyond hope, there is no certainty. Wherever that is, though, she can't imagine she'd be unhappy. ]
Don't get me wrong, I can imagine friendlier retirement spots, but something tells me we'll never be the type for crocheting and golf.