Eliot grinned at the mention of when the two of them first met, though he did internally wince at the rememberance that he never did talk to Lilah. Considering he'd been going to talk to her about how he'd never called... He had some pretty good excuses and he was pretty sure he had grounds to be pissed off more than she did considering the Lindsey situation...
But that was a problem he'd managed to avoid for almost two weeks. If he was lucky they'd just both pretend nothing had ever happened.
He was so screwed in that regards.
Two weeks.
Had it really only been two weeks since he arrived in LA? It would be exactly two weeks tomorrow.
It had been less than two weeks since he met Buffy. It felt like... well two months at the very least.
"Life sure has gone crazy since then." Eliot muttered, as much to himself as to Buffy. In two weeks Buffy had gone from the slayer he was letting crash at his place to his...
Soon to be lover? Lover interest? Third of the triad of terror? partner in crime? Keeper?
He didn't even know what.
"We're movin' into the new place tomorrow right?" He asked, trying to shake off all that confusion. "I'm used ta movin' a lot but I hope this is the last one for awhile. Three places in two weeks is a stretch even for me. Least if we're talkin' apartments."