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its_angel_bitch (its_angel_bitch) wrote in utr_logs,

"Knew you'd say that." He hated owing people, she did too. But her, he could handle owing her. She wouldn't be the type to hold it over his head, at least not anymore. Not after all they'd gone through. "Didn't think I'd be seeing you so soon, sort of missed you when I was in Sunnydale...yesterday."

Yeah this was weird, even for him. Taking a drink from the square glass he'd filled up he tried to feel something, a nice burn from the alcohol doing the job. "Spike, yeah. I really don't care what he does anymore. He went and got a soul, let's see what he does with it."

What had Angel managed to do with his soul? There was breaking Buffy's heart. Getting his friends killed. And Connor, yeah, enough said. He noticed Faith hesitate, looking at the bottle he slid toward her. Faith? Think twice about drinking? He inhaled slightly, smelling something underneath her usual scent. Buffy.

"Sun'll be up in a little bit." He knew right here, right now at this moment he'd never get a happy ending. He'd never be human again, never get a shot at happiness with Buffy or anyone else. He couldn't help his friends. He could help strangers, but only for a while. Eventually they all ended up dead. "How's New York treating you? Seems like your sister really looks up to you."