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Your friendly neighborhood Xander-shaped friend. (xander_shaped) wrote in wariscoming,

"You were filled up with false happiness for days," Xander pointed out, brows scrunching together in concern when Parker sniffed and wiped at her nose. "The ride was fun and nice; we all got to do stuff that we wouldn't have done otherwise." Like jump at the chance to screw his ex-girlfriend who, last he had checked, hated his guts for leaving her at the alter. Yeah, that was one that Xander wasn't going to be living down anytime soon. He didn't even know how to address Anya at this point. What was he supposed to do? What did she expect him to do? It was kinda...weird. "I don't think you're stupid. Coming off that high was like a big slap in the face to all of us, 'specially those of us who weren't all too happy with what was going on out there in the real world to begin with, right?" Xander believed that almost every person staying at the complex alone had severe issues. Some of them might have been able to hide their thoughts and feelings through smiles and all, but really, how could any of them be truly happy when they were cast away from their homes and into a world that was downright doomed?

Pessimism. Ah, it tasted delicious. Xander leaned forward in his chair, fingers locking together as he propped his elbows against the edge of the table and looked across at Parker somewhat seriously. "You're not stupid, okay? And trust me, I know stupid. I've had to put up with Spike for years." He tried for a reassuring smile at that. The last thing that Xander had expected to find when he walked into this kitchen was that stack of fortune cookies, let alone a woman who appeared to be pretty bothered about something. Xander didn't know Parker too well, but she seemed nice enough. Finding her in bad shape really didn't sit too well with him.