Written for challenge #002 on the LJ community more_doomed
They all found their way back to the Summers' home that night, but they didn't talk, or even stay together. Xander slowly climbed the stairs and found Buffy in her room, sitting on the bed staring blankly out the window.
He crouched in front of her and took her hands. He opened his mouth to speak, but the only words that came to mind were cliché. They weren't going to help Buffy.
Instead he sat on the bed next to her and pulled her into his arms. At first she didn't resist, but Xander could feel the tension in her body. But then she wrapped her arms around his waist and it seemed like she was holding on for dear life.