"Xander, why are you staring at me?"
"Was I?"
"Yes you were."
"Oh. Nothing , just, how's your head?"
"It would feel better if you stopped poking the wound."
"I'm not poking it, I'm just touching your forehead."
"You've been surprisingly, um, physical lately. Any particular
reason why?"
"I-I just keep seeing you there. On the floor, bleeding. It scared me."
"Oh. Well, I assure you, I'm almost completely recovered. I never did
thank you for staying with, what with all the excitement later."
"Yeah, well, it's nothing major."
"It was rather major for me. That was a joke, Xander."
"Oh. Yeah. Um, Giles?"
"Yes?"
"When you got hurt, I was thinking how much you meant...if you
died...I-I mean, um, knowing you for two years now..."
"Xander, what exactly are you trying to say?"
"Nothing. I'm just glad you're ok. I gotta get to class. See ya."
"Of course, Xander."
THE END