Buffy supposed she shouldn't have been surprised that she wanted to spend the day after Giles's funeral in a library, though the urge had come spontaneously and she hardly remembered how she had gotten there. It was a city library, bright and plain and peppered with computers, not his style at all. Still, the rows of well-worn, well-loved books were comforting, and every reader engrossed in his or her studies made Buffy smile.
They should have met like this, she thought. He should have loaned her a few books. Hushed her when she spoke too loudly. Died older. Much older.
They should have met like this, she thought. He should have loaned her a few books. Hushed her when she spoke too loudly. Died older. Much older.