Xander nodded. "Well, then, by all means: you're excused." He had run away once before, too, but he was nine at the time. His parents had been drunk and arguing as per usual and Xander had decided that he was going to go and live with Willow. That lasted for about five minutes. He got the feelign that he really couldn't relate with Claire much on the subject.
"It's a win-win situation. You get away from the bad and you get the fun movie night with your pal Xander. There's no way that you could have possibly done wrong. Unless you're not a popcorn fan, in which case I may decide that you are not from this planet." He flashed a smile in her direction, inwardly hoping to lighten the mood. He spied a corner up ahead and, on pure habit, felt in the back pocket of his jeans for his stake. Didn't want anything jumping out at them when he was disarmed, now did he?