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Buffy arched an eyebrow as Giles grumbled about in the kitchen, placing the kettle on the stove more forcefully than needed. “So…you okay?”
“The sun is barely up, Buffy.” He mumbled, pulling the tea down from the cupboard.
“You’ve woken up earlier than this before and you haven’t been this grumpy…”
He shot her a look, but didn’t say anything.
Her smile grew as she walked over to him, and kissed his chin. “Come on…let’s go back to bed and wake up properly…”
A slow smile appeared as he allowed her to lead him back up the stairs.