Ben/Buffy.
You know how creepy that sounds along with that little picture and hey! You saw that one?
You need someone to dye it for you? Cause these hands? So not gentle with that kind of thing. Blunt objects? That I can help you with.
Hey, no. Don't go doing that. You can talk about whatever you want. I asked who was missing someone. That meant I didn't want to just talk about me. I get it though, it's you but it's not you. And starting over is hard. You don't have the connection that years and growing up kind of give you. Not like being the original. There's a - a disconnect, despite the memories. Most of the memories I have of my sister are fake. They didn't actually happen. Some monks magically gave them to me and everyone who knew the family to keep Dawn safe (big mystical glowy key), so I understand what that's like a little.