I'm grumpy, because your inhibitions are lowered and--
[ angel cuts himself off halfway to the door, realizing how much he sounds more like connor's father than buffy's boyfriend in that instance. he steps out long enough to retrieve a glass of water, returning to find buffy sprawled out on his bed. if she weren't so intoxicated, he'd have some objections to that. boundaries, they had some set ones in place and curling up in beds that were each other's and not their own was not part it. he'd placed her there. he should've known she'd just lay down.
not fighting it, because she was drunk and he'd rather have here where he could keep an eye on her than wandering about elsewhere, angel kneels beside the bed and holds up the water. ]