Cowboy. He clenched his teeth and finished washing the plate. He put it in the dish rack, practically dropping it. He threw the sponge in the sink angrily and turned around to look at his brother, eyes glaring. Oh, he was not happy. He couldn't wait to find something that would make Eliot tick to use it against him.
"Are you well enough for me to hit, yet?"
He didn't forget about the incapacitated chat they had earlier that week in the hospital room. That was the type of think Lindsey didn't just let go. Even if they playfully threatened eachother it wouldn't leave him until they actually duked it out and found a winner.
Luckily for Eliot, his thoughts were invaded by a familiar voice.
"I seriously hate guys."
It started off as a whisper, he could barely hear it. He looked over to Eliot and rose his eyebrows.
"He seriously thinks he can just waltz back into my life?"
The voice was getting louder as Buffy got closer to the apartment. She didn't realize that she was thinking outloud.
"I knew this whole mind read thing was going to get annoyin'."
After everything he told me?! After, after basically disowning me? I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. What a-a jealous-"
Lindsey would chime in.
Asshole?
He grinned to himself. He was glad he wasn't whoever she was talking about, she sounded like she wanted to kill them. There was that word Jealousy again. Who was it, Spike or Angel?
B, I think you might want to switch frequencies, or something.