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 “Angel…”

There’s flashbacks every time she says his name like that. Some good, others painful. But his return? Although inevitable by nature, it still managed to surprise her all the same. New big bad promising impending doom and neither of them were one to sit by the sidelines. “When did you get into town?”

            “Buffy…” there’s a little twitch in Angel’s muscles, a little extra bite to the night when Buffy’s around. Maybe it’s her perfume, cutting the air with that special sort of green, happy citrus he so associates with seventeen, orange bubble gum and strawberry lip gloss. The damp and cold of Restfield Cemetery, long since gone. Maybe he’s got some kind of weird vampire spidey senses, who knows? Still, he’s always surprised to find himself in her company. Especially on nights like this.

He’s been in town for weeks, circling someone special – a blue-eyed werewolf, the only white one Angel’s ever come across, who doesn’t have the common sense to not cause a ruckus in the Slayer’s backyard. Not just one Slayer, either. He’s heard rumblings that Faith’s in town, too, with her over-grown hunter but he’d bet his life that Buffy’s the one to be worried about.

      There’s no telling her, though, he knows that and so he goes for vague and cryptic. Something he used to be good at, “Awhile. It’s good to see you.”