Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy. Joss Whedon does.
Telling
He was sitting at one of the library tables, staring blankly at the wall, when Buffy entered.
She came up to him and simply said, "Tell me."
And he did.
He told her about the roses and the champagne and the opera, about finding her, twisted, broken, and discarded on his bed.
He told her about how she had made him stumble over his words, how her smile tugged up one corner of her mouth higher than the other, how she had told him she loved him.
He told her everything there was to tell, and then he wept.