"Right." Her agreement was rushed. Sudden and quick and hard upon his words. Those nervous fingers -- busy with her cardigan collar still -- froze. Things had never felt so simultaneously right and wrong at the same time.

Something broke. A thin glass tube of impulse shattering inside her chest and spilling determination into her veins. "Too bad," Buffy huffed and rushed him. Lifting him up over her shoulder like a fireman might.

She began to march towards the water.