I mean -- me, of all people. Broken, ice-queen Buffy. [ she seems to be starting in on a miniature rant, now. it helps that there is so much silence to talk into. ] It's basically like a curse to fall for me, you know? Men either end up dead or undead or in helicopters and...yeah, I don't fall back very easily but...[ she stands and paces, still clearly favouring her hurt arm. ] But it takes a lot of crazy or a lot of dedication to stay that fallen for that long and I'm beginning to doubt the crazy part.

[ she can't even look at him. ] So broken, ice-queen Buffy might still be broken but at least she's trying to thaw only it's kinda like when you're trying to make supper but you waited too long to take the chicken out of the freezer and now it's five-thirty and everyone's went for stir-fry instead because they'd have to wait too long for the chicken. They all changed their minds.