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"Ow!"
"Maybe a little too hot," Buffy told him, touching his cheek. His human tastebuds were too tender for nachos. But Angel was laughing through his tears.
"Yes! Wow! This feels amazing." He leaned into her hand. God, he was warm. She had never needed him to be, but Buffy knew, just then, that Angel had. He’d made her life better, but she’d been his life, the human part.
Now? She hadn’t seen him this happy since…he’d never been this happy.
Buffy stared, entranced. Angel noticed, and he was still smiling when he pulled her close.
Fuck his guacamole.