❝Of course I like you.
You’re fun to be around.
You’re smart. You’re funny. You’re (very) cute.
You’re different. You’re crazy. You’re perfect in
an imperfect way. You always speak your mind.
You have the best laugh.
Of course I like you.
Imagine your OTP living in the very early 20th century, and learning that the assassin of Archduke Franz Ferdinand was eating a sandwich and threw it away to kill him. They laugh at the idea of someone throwing a sandwich on the street to go do something.
Angel—he should’ve warned me. He makes a good show of forgetting, but it’s here, in me, all the time. The spark. I wanted to give you what you deserve, and I got it. They put the spark in me, and now all it does is burn.
Buffy, shame on you. Why does a man do what he mustn’t? For her. To be hers. To be the kind of man who would nev— to be a kind of man. She shall look on him with forgiveness, and everybody will forgive and love. He will be loved. So everything’s okay, right? Can—can we rest now? Buffy…can we rest?