Buffy looked up at Danny for a second, watching him. She tucked a strand of hair that had freed itself from her braids behind her ear as she watched him, probably a moment too long. The urge to tell him tickled just underneath her skin again and she rubbed a fingertip across one of her knuckles like she could wear the place smooth. She nodded and looked back down to her hands.

"That's the myth. To really love someone you have to love all of them...not just the good pieces," she answered, her voice quiet. "Like...love...whatever."