"Oh right. Facing it. I've lost track of what 'it' I'm supposed to be facing now," Buffy said tiredly. She caught sight of an intriguing little passageway between two buildings and took it. If it led somewhere, she'd keep going. If it was a dead end, she'd stop and try to figure out what to do about being followed around by a vampire who just kept talking.
It was a dead end, a concrete courtyard hemmed in by buildings. Buffy eyed a drainpipe, trying to decide if that counted toward making this not a dead end. She decided it did. She could climb it.
"Dawn told me she was unhappy," Buffy said flatly. "But..." She glanced back, obscurely heartened by the memory, or by the pattern that she recognized. "I guess I always knew you were a glass half full and just the first of many kind of guy. Ever since you said hi by saying you were gonna kill me."