"Sunglasses." she started up again, finding a decent measure of solidity in this subject. "That's also on the to-get list. I think I lost my old ones." Unless they, too, had gone the way of the cute stiletto and was now squirreled away somewhere amongst Jack's collection of stolen things. Buffy wasn't so sure she wanted to know.

Holding onto him helped her walk more slowly. It made each step a little more gradual as she worked to coordinate it with his -- to save them both from any tripping up and to prolong the walk just a little longer. Because parting would also mean leaving this odd, dream-like place where in spite of arguments and indications to the contrary she still felt at her least business-like around him.