MCA#0, Monday Night

[needsaparrot]

After a day of realizing Fandom was almost as good as Sunnydale at taking away and giving back in the same breath, Xander was relaxing with a bowl of popcorn and a DVD. Which was in no way the Princess Bride docudrama because dude. Guys don't watch that alone. Unless they're studying the swordfighting.

Okay, maybe he was studying the swordfighting. Yes.
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[OOC: for a phone call.]

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Bridge says, just as quietly, thinking of Faith and how she'd promised to be there for Xander, and how she *had*, right until she'd died. "It is."

[needsaparrot]

Xander didn't miss that he wasn't the only one being quiet, but he couldn't be sure what had prompted it on the other end. "But hey, he's not a ghost. So... weird, but good, yeah."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Bridge says, again. "Anyway, it's... getting pretty late. I should let you go," he says awkwardly.

[needsaparrot]

"Yeah, I...guess. Yeah." Awkward or no (and no would be the losing answer here), Xander was a little reluctant to hang up, but he probably should. "You should get some sleep and recover from your horrible ordeal."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge sticks his tongue out at the phone. "I'll talk to you later."

[needsaparrot]

It was almost like Xander could hear the tongue sticking out. Something made him smile, anyhow. "Night, Bridge."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Night, Xander." Bridge says, before hanging up.