[ That comment, and the faint assurance that Rafael's at least presently alive (though concerts don't historically bode well for him) affords Robin some of Buffy's attention. Her eyes dart over to him from the screen, and a hapless look crosses her features—the kind that anticipates familiarity. You know me. She pops a self-deprecating sort of shrug, tilting her head to the side to confirm. ]
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