[When Angel finds Buffy, she's bending over one of the poinsettias, taking a huge sniff at the bright flowers. Even though she's still confused as hell, there's a sense of immense joy that overtakes her and she can't help but beam a million watt smile as she turns around at the familiar voice.
Inside, her heart, mind and body are screaming, but her face is lit up like a child on Christmas day.] Angel?
What are... [There's still a lot of the sadness, anger, bitterness, and guilt that she felt as she stabbed him, but, well, she has those in her dreams too. Only she doesn't have this manic feeling taking over as she does now.]
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Inside, her heart, mind and body are screaming, but her face is lit up like a child on Christmas day.] Angel?
What are... [There's still a lot of the sadness, anger, bitterness, and guilt that she felt as she stabbed him, but, well, she has those in her dreams too. Only she doesn't have this manic feeling taking over as she does now.]
What are you doing here?