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One More
He cried.

Angel cried.

I've never seen him cry before.

It was...cute.

Not in a fluffy pink bunny way, but in the way that everything is cute to me. It's my favorite adjective.

The Blair Witch Project was cute, too. At least, the second time I saw it. The first time, I got motion sick and left halfway through. Not fun.

And Spike.

He went to dinner.

Thanksgiving dinner.

At Giles' house.

With the Slayer.

And he whined.

It was cute, too.

*gigglefits* Damn cute.

But everything he does is damn cute.

Wonder if James Marsters is as cute....

Oops. Off-topic. Buffy stuff. Okay.

Here. We. Go.

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"You did a really good thing, you know."

Angel sighed and turned around, facing Butterfly. "You again. Who did I check out this time?"

Butterfly gave him a soft smile and hopped onto his desk. "Really, Angel. You did a good thing. Had to be done. And, at least, this way, you get to know what it would have been like."

"I'm not sure that's a plus."

Butterfly looked at the floor and shrugged. "Hey, in my mind, it is. I have an overactive imagination. I'd drive myself insane with wondering. I don't understand why you haven't already."

"Because it never occurred to me that I could become human." Angel looked at the broken window. "I never thought...."

"Hey," Butterfly whispered and patted the desk next to her. "C'mere, Angie." He sat down heavily and stared off into space. "Angel, you did a good thing. You did the Right Thing. Normally, that would make me sick. I hate the Right Thing. It's so...stupid. But this time, the Right Thing was good. And perfect." She huffed. "You think Buff would've lasted more'n a minute with you as a human? You're too used to going out there and doing stuff. You would've ended up dead before she died. And then she would have blamed herself. Probably run away again. Blech. No one wants that. This way, you saved her the pain."

Angel gave her the "puppy dog look" (c'mon you know the one I mean) and sighed. "Oh, you know I'm right," she murmured and hugged him gently. "And you should be happy. You know. You have twenty-four hours of memories to keep you warm." He grimaced and she smiled. "And torture you, but that's beside the point."

She slid to her feet and turned to look him straight in the eye. "Angel, it's not often that doing the Right Thing is going to make me happy. In fact, it's so rare as to be a miracle. It's a good thing."

There was a moment of silence while Angel looked anywhere but at her and Butterfly pushed the broken glass on the floor around with one silk slipper-covered foot. "Hey, well, I better go before I end up sounding any more like Martha Stewart. Just know that it could have been worse."

"How?" Angel asked softly. It wasn't really snapping at her, but it was as close as he would ever come to it.

She gave him a cool look and then patted him on the cheek, and disappeared. Her voice floated back to him.

"You could have remembered nothing."