[ for better or worse, she believes it: he tried to be a good dad. hadn't that been the very crux of the issue come that long ago shift? buffy purses her lips and hikes up her shoulders against the wind.
and she decides not to say another word to him over the book, because she doesn't know what words she could possibly say. so she closes its cover with a gloved hand and -- instead -- soon finds herself sitting mechanically next to him on his chosen bench.
she doesn't quite look at him. not directly. but just enough... ] It's not really suit weather, y'know. Not yet.
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and she decides not to say another word to him over the book, because she doesn't know what words she could possibly say. so she closes its cover with a gloved hand and -- instead -- soon finds herself sitting mechanically next to him on his chosen bench.
she doesn't quite look at him. not directly. but just enough... ] It's not really suit weather, y'know. Not yet.