[Buffy's eyes go wide because she hasn't seen him in ages and because she wasn't exactly expecting 'I care how I look' company. She sits up abruptly, sort of smushes at her hair and decides really it's not likely to get any better than it already is then swings her feet to the ground, does a sort of really graceful but totally easy for her leap over the couch and tackles Pyro with a hug. She'll try not to crush ribs.]
I was beginning to think you were the angels first victim or maybe you'd gone home.
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I was beginning to think you were the angels first victim or maybe you'd gone home.