Backfire - Spander Files

Wasn’t that odd? And convenient. And ew.
The shower was quick and focused, as Xander didn’t want to spend too much more
time naked in Angel’s apartment. He dried off absently and left the wet towel on the
floor.
Dressed in Giles’ sweatpants and his own t-shirt, Xander walked home in the glow
of the welcoming Sunnydale sunrise. No one was awake when he got to his house,
and he wondered if they had noticed that he hadn’t come home. It was just more
repression material, so he focused on his day ahead instead.
Arriving at school half an hour early, he found Giles already in the library office,
head buried in a book. Giles didn’t notice Xander’s presence until he dropped the
sweatpants down on the desk.
“Xander!” Giles stood up.
“Thanks for those.” Xander leaned against the wall next to the door.
“Are you alright? How are you feeling? Where is Angel? Would you like to sit
down?”
Xander smiled. “Yes. As good as to be expected. At his apartment. That’s okay, I’ll
stand.”
Giles looked confused for a moment, then the tension left his shoulders and he
chuckled a little. “Yes, well…” He sat back down, placed a marker in his book, and
closed it, setting it on the desk. “I didn’t expect to see you here today.”
“Not an invalid Giles. Just needed a little rest.” He pointed at the book Giles had
just closed. “That for me?”
“Y-yes, it is.” He picked the book up again. “It’s a diary from a watcher based in
Peru in the 1920’s. I know Angel said that no one had written about it, but I have to
check for myself.”
“Yeah, sure. That makes sense.”