Well, there you have it, people. Years may change but Angel never does. And no, we’re not just talking about his timely appearance here. I mean, just how much longer was he planning on playing Mr righteous here, anyway? More importantly, how long until he stops making her the swoony schoolgirl 😍 interest for a movie she doesn’t want to be involved in.
Her youth was long gone, and so was he. In her universe at least, so why every time she sees him does Buffy feel like some poor victim caught in the crossfire of their freak-show romance? His words, not hers. “We both know that’s not the reason.” Because of Angel trying to do good by her, that’s why. But instead he ends up damaging her, every damn time.
Causing Buffy’s gaze to rest somewhere other than him for a moment, the sinking feeling in her stomach starting to turn to 🔥 as she tries choosing her words more carefully now. “I’m a big girl now, Angel. With a lot of new stuff in my life. Believe it or not.. I don’t need you calculating minimum safe distance every time you think i’m damaged goods.”
“And, that’s good. That you have… new stuff.” he’s trying so hard to be supportive but even an exclamation point sounds weird at the end of one of his sentences, he’s spent so damn much time being broody and quiet. Angel manages to keep it together, usually. Keep up the veneer of cool, calm and above it all but put him in a room with Buffy Summers and it all comes tumbling down. Still, he’s got to keep moving forward, “That’s the whole point. You have this new life and I’m not a part of it. But I’m fighting evil, here.” pointed, asshat-y, “We still fight evil, ya know. I don’t wanna intrude on that every time we’re in the same zip code.”
It’s mostly true. Angel’s in town on a job, as the fancy-pants hunters Faith hangs out with call it. They think they’re so tall.
Of course, there’s the bit he’s leaving out. Where he’s been watching her. From a distance, of course, like that makes it any less creepy. Angel rests his hands in his coat pockets, one of his lesser known nervous habits, “I thought it would be… better.” he repeats and, again, also, mostly true. Angel sighs, closes his eyes for a moment, “I just want things to be better.”
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