Buffy felt his hand on her shoulder and that was more than enough said. He didn't even have to tell her he promised, she just knew. Her hand moved to grab his for a light squeeze.
I know. I'm over it, but it gets really tough when he's always there. Usually I just think about the things he said to me and it reminds me about how I shouldn't really ever go back to that. Those are the same things that happen to screw up my love life though, everytime. I feel like everytime I date a guy I can hear Angel's voice in the back of my head saying, he's not who I was talking about, and not even in the sense that he meant himself, just in the sense that for whatever reason he created this perfect vision of the perfect guy for me and I was young so it made a permanent impression in my head. I don't know, I can't even begin to explain.
She half smiled at Eliot and let go of his hand. Leaning over she pressed a light kiss to his cheek.
"I really can't eat this."
She'd used mind-speak so naturally a moment a go that she had almost forgotten that she could verbally talk. She got up and set the plate on her bureau, and then moved to sit back down next to Eliot. She brought her knees to her chest and hugged them with her arms. Things couldn't have sucked and been great at the same time anymore than they did right then.