The scene popped into my head as I was finally reading Season 8 and took up residency there. Call it grieving, call it commemoration, call it missing the last person she felt a real connection to, call it being lonely. Whatever you call it, in my world, Buffy needed it.
Okay, I needed it. Season 8 made me really, really need it.
We’ve seen Buffy forever drifting away from people, isolated, disconnected. Her very personal curse, as scripted by Joss. And maybe it’s because I read the story though my shipper-tainted glasses, but I could just imagine her slipping away for a few minutes in the middle of the night to remember. Maybe it happened just the once. Maybe it’s become a little ritual when she’s feeling especially low. Maybe there’s a baby slayer regularly swearing at her mysteriously disappearing nicotine.
I slipped the scene between the pages of the comics on the sly, but feel free to imagine it whenever you see fit.
My tumblr, in case you feel like reblogging.
Thanks for another great round you guys. Always so very happy this community is still alive.