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[Timing always has been one of their problems. She relaxes against him with a deep, contented sigh. It's a feeling of 'safe' that she hasn't felt in a long time. That sort of safe that you feel when you're five years old and you know nothing can get you because your Dad is in the next room. It's not a feeling that Buffy has a lot of experience with, nor is it a feeling that makes much sense because she knows Angel can't protect her from the monsters. No one can, but that feeling remains in tact when she's in his arms regardless. There's also a feeling of utter acceptance that she has rarely felt with anyone else in her life. Angel gets the girl and the slayer and he likes them both.]
Is it incredibly bratty and selfish of me to agree with you? [She pauses only slightly before she shakes her head.] You had your own life with your own things going on. I had no right to expect you to fix mine.