Guy tried not to take too much notice of the fact that several days were gone. He could blame it on the fact that his Friday had been spent mulling through the conflicting sentiments that surrounded the adjustment period of Julian Bell, graced with wings and walking amongst the Lucetians.
Friends. They had reconciled as friends. Guy would give anything to be just that close again, but that did not stop him from wanting so much more. To miss one star terribly all day.
He sought the bar because it was a constant and a familiarity and he sought it because it was a place different than where Julian would go. Or so he surmised. He didn't mind the lack of people because it gave him space for mindless things, and the only thing he seemed to have a care for was talking to Buffy. She was a most pleasant company and consistently so.
"A home away from home, your bar." He wraps his fingers around the glass, a casual tip in his head as he leans back a bit. "You're also very good company, so keeping it comes easily."
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Friends. They had reconciled as friends. Guy would give anything to be just that close again, but that did not stop him from wanting so much more. To miss one star terribly all day.
He sought the bar because it was a constant and a familiarity and he sought it because it was a place different than where Julian would go. Or so he surmised. He didn't mind the lack of people because it gave him space for mindless things, and the only thing he seemed to have a care for was talking to Buffy. She was a most pleasant company and consistently so.
"A home away from home, your bar." He wraps his fingers around the glass, a casual tip in his head as he leans back a bit. "You're also very good company, so keeping it comes easily."