Having zoned out for a moment, she didn't even realize he'd come close. Her head jerked up when she felt his hand on her shoulder, head raising to look up at him. Sometimes he didn't even need words. But it was pretty clear to see that yeah, he got it. Everything about this job ate away at you, but you just had to deal with it. To move on and press through. It helped just to have people who under stood that. Buffy offered a half smile, before nodding once. "Yeah, good call." He'd wake up, he'd probably remember, he'd get himself home.
With any luck, at least. Buffy looked up and down the street. She still had a few blocks to go, and she really didn't feel like making the hike and chancing running into that demon, or another demon. She just wasn't in the mood, not tonight.
"Can I catch a ride?" she asked, looking at the Impala. She didn't know much about cars but she was fully aware that the thing was Dean's baby, and after a while she just stopped questioning that. It was much easier. Glancing over her shoulder at the man who looked like he was stirring, she dropped her hands and squared her shoulders back. No time for weakness now, even if this was stretching to be one of the longer Ends of The Word for her. usually they didn't last this long. Eight months, was probably the longest she had warning about it. This was just...getting to be a long time.