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Xander found absolutely no words. Could he explain? Was it not what she thought<br />
it was? The reasons behind it all weren't what she thought, surely. But what did she<br />
think?<br />
He couldn't even begin to comprehend what might be going through her mind. She<br />
just saw one of her best friends and her boyfriend having sex. There was so much<br />
badness here. Maybe they should have told her from the beginning what was<br />
happening. But that was a conversation that he couldn't conceive of having. Now he<br />
was going to be forced to have it.<br />
Or Angel was going to be forced to have it. Considering that while Xander was still<br />
struggling to lace up his shoes, both Buffy and Angel had disappeared outside.<br />
When had the sun set?<br />
Sure enough, it was dark out. The sky was still a pinkish color, but the sun was<br />
definitely down. For a moment, Xander considered running after them. He had to<br />
tell Buffy his side of the story. Then two things occurred to him. One, should this be<br />
a private time between Buffy and her boyfriend? It couldn't be a good thing to have<br />
both of them attacking her with explanations.<br />
And two, what about Spike? The vampire was currently getting his laughter under<br />
control and brushing the dust of the crypt off his leather coat.<br />
"How do you get yourself into these things, Xander?" he mused while putting on his<br />
duster and looking not at all like last night he had gotten into an hour long fight<br />
with the Slayer who just murdered his girlfriend. How does he do that? Even still<br />
covered in bruises and cuts, he can look like he lives in his own little bubble and<br />
nothing in the world can touch him.<br />
"You know what, Spike?” Xander pushed the Buffy-thing away from his brain and<br />
grimaced as he used his Spike-blood stained shirt to clean his own spunk off his<br />
stomach, then put on said t-shirt. “I've never been one to multi-task effectively. I<br />
can really only deal with one badness at a time. So I'm just going to put aside the<br />
fact that Buffy just walked in on Angel fucking me. I'll let the boyfriend deal with<br />
that for now. I've got another concern that is demanding my attention."<br />
"Oh, yeah? What's that, then?"
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