Have you gone to hide behind Buffy yet? Ouch. The kitchen definitely was getting a little too heated for his tastes. By all means, Anya had every right to be angry with him. Giving him the cold shoulder, speaking to him as though he were a moron; every little thing that she did to him from now on was something that Xander was beginning to accept that he very well deserved. He never should have left Anya at the alter like that. It was screwed up and everyone knew it. Fact of the matter was, Xander hadn't known what he was getting himself into until it was too late. Not Anya - Anya was perfect as far as he was concerned - but with himself. Did he really want to spend his entire life living like his parents? Caught up in an abusive, alcoholic marriage that might well end in suicide or, worse yet, domestic violence? Xander spared Anya a weak glance, then lifted and dropped his shoulders into a sort of half shrug. Normally, he'd have retorted with some type of gusto about how he was a manly man who could handle himself without his perky, blonde, super-powered best friend backing him, thank you very much. Right now, Xander just didn't wanna make anything worse.
Like that was even possible.
"At least with the other apocalypses we mostly knew what was going on," Xander tried. He was going to attempt to make this as civil as possible. Again: something that seemed like more of an impossibility than anything. Crap, why couldn't he be all suave and badass about this? Where was his Bruce Wayne complex? "Right now it's nada, zip, zilch - the big goose egg to the extreme." And then some. What were they gonna do? Hide away in the apartments until everything reversed itself? Not likely. Most of the people that lived here had but only so much patience - Xander himself being among them. If there was something going on that they couldn't stop, they'd go stir-crazy, run out there anyway, and then only God knew what would have happened to them after that. They needed a plan. Something effective, strategical, and smart. The thing of it was: how did one fight against the entire world with a very, very limited, tiny sized army on hand?