"Beer and tequila," Buffy remembered off of the top of her head. "The beer was poisoned and made me act all crazy cavegirl, so no more of that. And the tequila totally happened for the same reason: I was upset, didn't have any way to get it out of my system because I didn't want to go all violent for a change, and you know what happened? Totally almost killed a guy pretending to be a demon. The only reason I didn't was because I was drunk." Thinking back on it, knowing it was Jonathan, Buffy wondered if killing him accidentally would've meant the Trio would stopped before they got ahead. Which meant everything with Andrew and Warren would've been different and maybe Tara would still be alive and Willow wouldn't have gone crazy.
But Jonathan would've been dead. Again. And it would've been her fault. She'd be another Slayer-murderer, just like Faith.
Sighing and pouting at the thought, she nodded at what Sirius was saying, totally getting what he was laying down. "I get that. None of my friends are here either and... even when they were around, I was a bad talker. At least you have that habit and, you know, it's always possible they could come back. Plus there's the alternate universe stuff!" Buffy tried to sound chipper, to give something happier to think about. "I mean, with all the crazy stuff that this place had brought in, it definitely shows there's all kinds of universes out there! Like, maybe in one, or a lot of them... everyone you know is alive, well, and sitting on a couch somewhere, doing magicky stuff and having a great time."
She smiled, hoping for encouraging, maybe because she was trying to convince herself of the same thing. But still, it was a nice thing to think about. "Coping's not really anyone's strong suit. I've known some guys who've been alive for centuries and they still can't cope. It's no big. Just... if you cope with talking, then talk. We might not be your usual go-tos here, but we're all here, you know?"