"It's hard to compete with somebody's ghost," Xander said quietly. He wasn't sure what made him quiet - that was one problem he'd never had himself. By the time the memory of Angel was hanging over Buffy's shoulder, Xander had known he wasn't ever in the running.
This was more like... a twitch at the thought of something that shouldn't be making him twitch.
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Date: 2007-02-28 05:31 pm (UTC)This was more like... a twitch at the thought of something that shouldn't be making him twitch.