[ She's tried hard not to think about what might have been if he hadn't died to save the world. It's what she had to do to make it through - losing Sunnydale and the inherent trust she'd one had for her friends had been hard enough without those bittersweet wonderings. And she doesn't want to think about it now, some part of her terrified that this will have have been some strange dream and he'll still be gone when she wakes. For now, it just seems better to be.
Her instincts are on autopilot as they move through the house and she subconsciously takes note of the work done to soundproof the spaces, as well as the various exits. It's not until following that prompting to sit that she rouses from her stupor enough to smile up at him. ] I'm glad you're here, Spike.
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Her instincts are on autopilot as they move through the house and she subconsciously takes note of the work done to soundproof the spaces, as well as the various exits. It's not until following that prompting to sit that she rouses from her stupor enough to smile up at him. ] I'm glad you're here, Spike.