Danny heard the door click shut and stirred from his only half-asleep state. His eyes opened and instantly the pit in his stomach returned from earlier in the night. He wasn't even sure that he had consciously made the decision to do so, but he was suddenly out of bed, pulling on a pair of tennis shoes and reaching for his jacket. He grabbed his smokes because this whole night could turn out so bad and he knew he would want one.

He took the stairs as he had grown accustomed to doing for Buffy. This time it was more because he had nervous energy built up inside of him and the elevator would be too constricting. Outside he looked both ways to catch her familiar back, the familiar swing of blonde curls as she rounded a corner, and he was off in that direction, tailing her and trying to decide if he should let her know he was there or just stand back and watch where she went and who she ended up with.