For Xander, this was almost like any other day. It wasn't unusual for Helen or Jack to call him in early to fix something he might have missed the night before. So he didn't think anything of showing up that morning, tools in hand.
"Helen?" He walked up the stairs and cocked his head at her somber expression. "Helen, what is it?" He may not be the brightest bulb in the box but even he could tell something was up. Had someone else disappeared?
She'd been lost in thought, but when Saffron looked up and saw Xander she smiled - a bright, warm one that lit up her entire expression. She was terrified, but it was almost like she couldn't help it.
"Hi, honey," she said. She wanted to reassure him that it was nothing bad, but given what she had to say, she couldn't. So she just beckoned him over to where she stood next to one of the lap dance benches lining the wall, and waited for him to put down his tools before standing before him and taking both of his hands in hers.
For a moment the words stuck in her throat, and she just looked up at him as though she was trying to memorize his face. For all she knew, this would be the last time she got a proper look at it. "I just needed to talk to you," she continued, once she felt like she could get the words out steady.
The smile was reassuring and Xander responded with a small one of his own, even if he wasn't completely sure of what was going on.
He put his tools down on a nearby table and walked over to take her hands. He squeezed them reassuringly, unable to help himself as he needed the comfort. The way she was looking at him was so...so final. Like she expected never to see him again. It was freaking him out. Was she dying? "What is it Helen?" He asked softly, swallowing down his sudden rise of fear.
She could see that he was worried, and as much as she hated what she was about to do to him, she didn't want to beat around the bush either, drag things out. So she cut right to the chase, after a slow exhale.
"Xander," she said, her eyes never leaving his, "I love you."
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"Helen?" He walked up the stairs and cocked his head at her somber expression. "Helen, what is it?" He may not be the brightest bulb in the box but even he could tell something was up. Had someone else disappeared?
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"Hi, honey," she said. She wanted to reassure him that it was nothing bad, but given what she had to say, she couldn't. So she just beckoned him over to where she stood next to one of the lap dance benches lining the wall, and waited for him to put down his tools before standing before him and taking both of his hands in hers.
For a moment the words stuck in her throat, and she just looked up at him as though she was trying to memorize his face. For all she knew, this would be the last time she got a proper look at it. "I just needed to talk to you," she continued, once she felt like she could get the words out steady.
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He put his tools down on a nearby table and walked over to take her hands. He squeezed them reassuringly, unable to help himself as he needed the comfort. The way she was looking at him was so...so final. Like she expected never to see him again. It was freaking him out. Was she dying? "What is it Helen?" He asked softly, swallowing down his sudden rise of fear.
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"Xander," she said, her eyes never leaving his, "I love you."
At least she'd started with the good part.
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