consultmybooksA-All right, we've, um, we've established that the, um, the both of us together have absolutely horrible timing. N-No need to, um, rub it in any further. And, um, no need to go making any plans you know you won't be able to follow up on. Not with, as you've repeatedly reminded yourself, another class starting. The fact that you've, um, gotten a handle on your work thus far won't mean anything in two weeks.
...of course I want to go back. But could you keep me there? I don't think you could, not right now. Give it another cycle. Three months away let me stay nearly a year last time.
...of course I miss them. Willow and Xander, I mean. Don't you dare think otherwise. I never knew what happened to them. The last time I saw them...w-well, it, um, it was hardly conducive to good conversation. The only ones I'd give more to see are Dawn, or Faith. And just because I'd gotten used to the idea that, um, that they weren't ever coming back...god, I'll have to explain the tree. Someone will mention the tree and, and I'll have to explain. Good Lord. I didn't think I'd, um, ever have to explain the garden. But better me than s-someone who will, will make it sound so...silly.
[Giles sighs tiredly and begins to clean his glasses, hopefully so that no one will see the look on his face.] Can we, um, can we just stop discussing pointless possibilities? Let's at least focus in on the horrifying ones. I have a talent for that. Drusilla. Only just manage to shake Angel, and now she might be coming back. In more ways than one, from what you'd told me. That only makes your idea to, um, downgrade me in the timeline even worse. But, um, I'm sure you're quite pleased with yourself.
Keep an eye on things. Ginia's mundane will help, you know she will, and, um, and she'll warn you if action absolutely has to be taken. I'm, um, I'm not going anywhere until you can put me back in the village. I have nowhere else to be. That's, um, what you've always liked about this point in time for me, isn't it? And if they aren't there in three months...
...well, it, it isn't as though I'll notice, will I?