Flowers
He stormed off, anger bubbling inside of him. The flowers had fallen from his hands when they'd questioned his motives. They didn't understand he was jut trying to give Buffy some comfort, pay his respects to Joyce.
He walked for a while, ending up back at the cemetery. Something in him drew him to the freshly dug grave, Joyce's final resting place. He looked at the cool stone marking the small plot and bent down in a squat.
"I wanted to bring you flowers, Joyce. I hope you know that." A single tear fell. "You would have liked them."
