[The feeling was decidedly mutual. Especially where Anya was concerned - other Scoobies had drifted in and out of his life here, and he out of theirs'. He'd even met Andrew, back before he'd ever properly known him. But somehow, he and Anya always kept missing one another.
A shame. He was...particularly fond of her, in a way that only Buffy and Dawn could match. In a different sort, but no less heartfelt.
When Giles pulled back, it was to nervously straighten his glasses and his awful sweater. At her question, he smiled wryly.]
Oh, presumably. In about forty or fifty years or so.
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A shame. He was...particularly fond of her, in a way that only Buffy and Dawn could match. In a different sort, but no less heartfelt.
When Giles pulled back, it was to nervously straighten his glasses and his awful sweater. At her question, he smiled wryly.]
Oh, presumably. In about forty or fifty years or so.