(giggle like a loon, because I haven't had coffee)

So, I am needy. I altered my ended slightly, because I wasn't especially happy with my segue. Added a paragraph or so. Now I'm considering that I may have been on crack. Thoughts? ------

He thinks for a minute that it's gone very badly indeed, that he's made another miscalculation, and then Gunn smiles ever so slightly and uncrosses his arms. "Little of both, but mostly kissing. Not tonight, though. That wouldn't be fair to you or me. I get through shoveling Bloody Marys and scrambled eggs down your throat tomorrow? Whole new ball game."

It's an unexpected lifeline. "You promise?"

"Promise." Gunn has the stubborn look on his face that says he'll keep that promise if it kills him. It's the same look he had when Wesley was in hospital after taking that bullet, when Wesley told him to go and get some rest and he refused.

Wesley gathers up some bedding and cedes the sofa to Gunn for the night. He has no idea where--if anywhere--any of the evening's revelations will lead them. And if he's honest with himself, he doesn't really care. The mere possibilty of mending what seemed unmendable is enough for now.

Tonight he'll say goodbye once more, put her things back in the box, and try to accept that he cannot change the past. Tomorrow, if he feels up to it (and Gunn's probably correct in assuming that Wesley will be more than a little hung over), he'll take most of the contents somewhere and give them the decent burial that she never got. He walks back to the table and stares at her picture for a moment, then raises the glass of melted ice and silently asks for forgiveness (from whom, he's not sure) before putting everything away.

Why do you think you might have been on crack?

Because I added the segue and deleted the last line while I was half asleep and hopped up on allergy medication.

Plei, I love that. Becase yes, I stand by my belief that Wes, after what happened with Connor especially, would be very leery of stating an absolute.

The only thing that doesn't work for me in that? The parentheses. I know that sounds weird (I use them constantly, after all), but, I don't know - hyphens? A la

Tomorrow, if he feels up to it - and Gunn's probably correct in assuming that Wesley will be more than a little hung over - he'll take most of the contents somewhere and give them the decent burial that she never got.

Hmmmm. More coffee is needed. I used to be able to do this cold, but now, caffeine....

yeah, hyphen's better.

have a headache, lost my ability to craft a sentence, just started first cup of coffee and noticed that I said I got out of the bath halfway, when I meant I was done with the bath but only halfway through the book. blah.

It still feels a little expositiony, this is me without coffee, with headache, grumpy, take it at your own risk.

You're right. It is more of a dashy statement than a parenthetical. I'd gotten into the habit--because there are so many parenthetical statements that need to be parenthetical in here--of using them.

Changed.

It still feels a little expositiony, this is me without coffee, with headache, grumpy, take it at your own risk.

Nothing to take on this one, love; it got its press, ran its course, tickled the Booker people and went firmly out of print a good ten years ago. That ship sailed into the sunset a loooooong time ago.

still mourning Lilah ...

I wonder what they did do with her body. Maybe Connor can volunteer where he buried Holtz. Hey, Buffy's got her own little graveyard. t /morbid

Connor burned Holtz, IIRC. (Which I might not, because it was Tomorrow, and I, umm, got distracted about 15 minutes before the end.)

Connor burned Holtz, IIRC. (Which I might not, because it was Tomorrow, and I, umm, got distracted about 15 minutes before the end.)

No, he did. Very Viking funeral.