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“I’m too late, aren’t I?”
“Too late for what?”
“For you.”
“Wait, what? And who, where, why and how? Back this train on up, sister, and let’s all get on board. Buff, talk slowly, repeat yourself and if possible, use visual aids to get your point across.” He shook his head then jiggled his shoulders to loosen up. “Okay, I’m ready. Go.”
“Xander, I—I have feelings for you. Not-friend feelings. More-than-a-friend feelings.”
His jaw dropped. “And the timing of this couldn’t get more wrong what with me dating your sister. Oh, and let’s not forget you went gay before deciding I was the One.”
“That’s not—you’re—this isn’t something that just sprung up out of nowhere!”
“Oh yeah, not nowhere. More like it sprung up out of your extreme loneliness. This is me here. Best friend Xander who knows you better than anyone. And if you think I haven’t seen how closed off you’ve been for the past year, how you’ve cut yourself off from anyone trying to get close… Buffy, come on.”
“This is—this is what’s in my heart. I can’t justify it. It’s just how I feel.”
“Wait a sec—is this about the eyepatch?”