"Of course I remember," she spat in return. "God, I remember it so often I..."

Guilt. Darkness. All of it, fighting to climb up her throat. In a relationship where she felt unprecedentedly okay with what or who she was and with what she occasionally needed to be, she still did not like recalling the feel of his jaw under her knuckles.

"I don't want to hurt you. Not again." Other words, now. Ones she'd said to Willow, once upon a time. "Doesn't mean that I won't. So go back. Let me take care of this."