Angel perched on the windowsill, gazing in on Buffy's sleeping figure. A slight frown creased her forehead as she turned over in her sleep. He dropped lightly into the room and moved silently to where she lay. Gently, so as not to disturb her, he lay down beside her, placing an arm around her small body. She turned towards him, mumbling in her sleep.
"Angel?" Her eyes remained shut but her face screwed up in concentration, as though attempting to come out of her dreams.
She continued to babble incoherently and Angel leant forwards lightly brushing his lips to her forehead. He tightened his hold around her as she quieted down and his fingers lightly traced patterns on her bare arm, reassuring her in her dreams.
Angel stayed 'til the scent of dawn began to come. With one last lingering look at her, he exited the way he had come and returned to his home.