Sniff. I need a hug.
Goddammit, but that was freaking sad. And wonderful. And funny. And heartbreaking. (The videotape? Doyle? My hero, now and forever.) And all things glorious about the Whedon-verse.
The end? I was unspoiled, so... okay, gonna start crying again.
My hats off to DB and especially Charisma Carpenter for knocking this one the hell out of the park.
Jesus.
Sniff.