There wasn't even the inclination to make light of the subject matter once she heard the rule. Weeks ago, she would've rolled her eyes and thought up something clever. Things were different now, and she had the feeling that she wasn't the only one feeling vulnerable. She'd needed someone to trust, someone she could count on. She'd wanted that person to be him even before she'd finally been willing to let it be. He'd challenged so many things she'd thought to be truth.
"No, I'm glad to know it," Buffy finally said, smiling her small smile as she drew in a deep but shaky breath. "I-I thought I'd done something wrong. I mean, I've done a lot of things wrong. But I mean about Sunday. I'm sorry. I'm not good at being me, apparently. You just... I've been losing myself too. I just didn't realize it while it was happening."