"The sun's almost up," Buffy said softly. The two of them sat, leaned up against a headstone, completely entangled in one another. She softly trailed a line from the collar of his trench coat, down to the first button. "We'll have to go soon."
"I know." He replied, not wanting the moment to end. "What will you do now?"
Buffy shrugged.
"Go back to Sunnydale. Try to get through today...and then tomorrow. One step at a time right? That's the key to dealing?"
"Are you ever going to tell them?" He wondered. Buffy shook her head.
"I can't. I can't do that to them. But I'm glad you know. Somehow it doesn't seem so hard, knowing that if I need you..."
"I'll always be there." He finished. He kissed her lips softly, then stood up and opened the trunk of his car to place the blanket back. Buffy brushed the leaves and twigs from her knees and smiled a tired smile. She wasn't looking forward to the long bus ride back one little bit.
