Remembering my Angel

• Buffy! You scared me.
• Now you know what it feels like, Stealth Guy. Just dropping by for some quality time with Mr. Gordo?
• Excuse me?
• The pig.
• Oh. I, uh...
• What's up?
• Nothing.
• Only you don't have a nothing face. You have a something face. And you don't have to whisper. Mom's in L.A. till Thursday. Art buying, or something.
• Then why'd you come in through the window?
• Habit.
• I wanted to make sure you're okay. I had a bad feeling.
• There's a surprise. Angel comes with bad news. Oh, God, I'm sorry. Look, I've been Cranky Miss all day. It's not you.
• Well, what is it then?
• It's nothing. Uh, we're having this thing at school.
• Career week?
• How did you know?
• I lurk.
• Right. Well, then you know it's a whole week of 'what's my line', only... I don't get to play. Sometimes I just want...
• You want what? It's okay.
• The Cliff Notes version? I want a normal life. Like I had before.
• Before me.
• No, Angel, it's not you. You're the one freaky thing in my freaky world that still makes sense to me. I just get messed sometimes. I wish we could be regular kids.
• Yeah. I'll never be a kid.
• Okay, then a regular kid and her cradle robbing, creature-of- the-night boyfriend