Jack: Well, now that we have that scanner set up...
Tosh: The broadband signal I feed through it...
Gwen: Should pick up the signature of the portal...
Ianto: Assuming we can trace it.
Owen: That's a lot of ifs, but if I stay much longer my eyes are going to need to be wedged open.
Jack: Owen's right. I'll stay and monitor the frequency and call if something important happens.
Ianto: Should I stay to help? Just in case?
Jack: No, Ianto. We all need to be fresh in the morning.
Tosh: What about you?
Gwen: Give us one good reason we shouldn't worry about you not sleeping?
Jack: Because I don't sleep. Not really. Just like I can't die.
Ianto: I still need to clean up sir.
Jack: Stay as long as you need to, Ianto. The rest of you, go ahead and pack up.
A chorus of good nights follow out the main door and Ianto stops at the thresh hold of Jack's office, one last cup of coffee in his hand. He quirks his head sadly, looking at the stress lines forming on Jack's usually boyish face. He wishes they were closer, yet so much further apart.
You're always sorry
You're always grateful
You're always wondering what might have been
Then he walks in.
Jack: Thanks Ianto.
Ianto: Anything else sir? A massage? A cookie?
Jack: (smiles warmly) You sure know how to spoil a fella.
And still you're sorry
And still your grateful
And still you wonder, and still you doubt
Then he walks out.
Jack: (buttoning up his shirt) You've had a long day, Ianto. You should go home and get some rest.
Ianto: (clears his throat) What if I wanted to stay?
Jack: No, there'd be nothing here for you to do. It's been a long day, and I'm sure it's not over yet. Go get some sleep, Ianto. It'll give me time to miss you.
Ianto: (resignedly, before Jack pulls him into a final hug) Yes sir.
You're sorry-grateful, Regretful-happy
Why look for answers when none occur?
You always are what you always were
Which has nothing to do with, all to do with sir.
Willow: Are you ever going to tell me what it's like living with Spike?
Xander: Can I spend one lunch break with you without talking about Spike? You think he's turning me gay or something?
Willow: No, it's not that. Although I do notice how close you two are getting. (Xander glares) I mean, it's natural to get close to someone when you share a basement.
Xander: (sighs) Well, he's sure not your average roommate. He's the kind of guy you hate, but in reality, he just gets under the skin. Like a poison ivy you miss when it's gone.
Tara: I'm going to tell him you called him poison ivy (she sets her book bag down).
Xander: Oh please don't. I'll never hear the end of it.
Tara: Have you had better luck finding out what the demon was?
Xander: No, and don't ask Giles what I suggested.
Willow: Now you have to tell us.
Xander: The look of victory in your eyes...awesome.
Tara: Just say it really quickly and then we'll know how high on the annoyance scale you went.
Xander: It really wasn't that bad. I just suggested that Giles look up a demon that looked like...
Giles: A Star Wars cantina character with fangs!
Tara: So I'm guessing he gave you a death glare?
Xander: Worse. Let's just say I'll be bringing a couple more apple fritters than normal to appease the angry Librarian gods.
Willow: Ah. Got it.
Another hundred people just got off the train
And came up through the ground
While another hundred people just got off the bus
And are looking around
At another hundred people who got off of the plane
and are looking at us
Who got off the train, and the plane, and the bus
Maybe yesterday
Willow: Does this ever feel like high school to anyone else?
Xander: Small town college, equal death rate.
Tara: Do they even wonder what we do?
Buffy: Probably not if they value their sanity (she sets her book bag down).
Willow: Jonathan knew, they all knew. They named you class protector.
Buffy: They never knew everything.
Xander: No one ever knows everything, Buff. Unless you're Alex Trebek.
Tara: Deep.
It's a city of strangers
Some come to work, Some come to play
It's a city of strangers
Some come to stare, Some come to stay
And every day, the ones who stay
Can find each other in the crowded streets and guarded parks
By the rusty fountains and the dusty trees with the battered barks
And they walk together past upholstered walls with the crude remarks
And they meet at parties through the friends of friends
Who they'll never know