There were no words at hand to respond to the "cool off." Not one. Her dismissal angered him even more than Spike's threats. Hypocrite?

He should have stormed out and slammed the door when he had the chance. It would at least have given him some satisfaction.

"It's your life, Buffy. Enjoy it."

With that he obeyed her last command and left, closing the door quietly behind him. As far as he could see it, there were three choices: forgiveness, self-destruction, and going on like nothing had ever happened. He wasn't sure which he wanted to choose. Forgiveness made his stomach twist into an angry knot. Self-destruction was appealing; maybe he could at least go out and break some windows. Going on?

Maybe it would have to be going on.