"Right," he nodded slightly, watching her carefully. When she produced a flask, it almost acted like a red flag and his attention was brought to a full peak.
He shrugged, "Always," he mumbled, taking the flask and downing a drink of it. "But not you. Barely ever drink." he pointed out, handing it back over to her. He couldn't stand still any more and more for something to do rather than an actual purpose or destination, he started walking. "You wanna talk?" That wasn't something he did for many people, but Buffy was different. She made him different. Made him want to be different, even if he knew he couldn't be who she actually needed long-term, he'd do what he could when he could. Hell, he'd burned for her. Wasn't much else he could have done, was there? Not back home, at least. Maybe here, it could be different. But he had to remind himself to not let his thoughts get too far ahead of the here and now.