"I promise you, you're safe around me," Buffy told Sam. But maybe she wasn't, not with the thoughts he had, and the thoughts she had - and the fact that they were similar. No co-mingling of thoughts allowed.
"Oh, free gift with purchase?" Buffy queried aloud to Sam as she saw the mostly bare room - with the jacket. She walked over to it. "Gotta say, it's not exactly my taste. It's a bit boxy for me. Not a very feminine cut." She picked it up and held it up to her. "It's yours?"
This was odd, she realized - because when she first moved to Sunnydale Angel had given her his leather jacket to wear. She'd worn it everywhere, much to Xander's dismay. Thinking about that, and thinking about what she'd had to do to Angel, she visibly shuddered, almost dropping the jacket on the floor. It was a jacket full of haunting associations for both Buffy and Sam.