"Not right after," Angel tried to explain. "You'd already..." She was right. Even though they'd both lived it, it was easier to talk around instead of coming out and saying the words. "You'd already found me the first time in the woods, and then the.. thing at the school. I was back at the mansion maybe a couple of days later when I arrived here." He nodded. "I think keeping to myself for a few days when I first got here helped."
It helped that he wasn't around many people, at least not out in the open. Bonnie had come by several times to check on him, but she could take care of herself and knew her way around fragile vampires, apparently. She was right. When was it ever the right time to see one another again? Whether it was back home in Sunnydale or here in this fucked up place with uneven timelines and other worlds?
"More or less," He answered with the slightest tug of the side of his mouth into a smile. "It hurts... less." He'd been meditating a couple times each day and practicing control over his senses. Using the time that so many had been at different ages, Angel had been able to find a butcher that would give him blood without too many questions. A steady supply of blood had helped him more than anything, and it kept the temptations and smell of readily-available blood of the other people in the Villa at bay.
"I... it's good to see you, Buffy." You look happy. It was what he wanted to say but couldn't. She didn't have the stress of being the slayer here. They were surrounded by super beings of all kinds and minimal actual vampires and demons that needed slaying by the looks of things.
"I guess it had been longer for you." The way she'd talked about his death and hell made it sound like it wasn't as recent as it had been for him. "My coming back, I mean."