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Giles had spent the post-battle days resting and recovering. Even though the advanced medical equipment left him feeling more physically whole and fit then he had for ages. He was now in the bar with a book, doing some light reading. (Mediaval history if you must know)
And yes, there's a pot of tea by him so having his usual cuppa.
He gave some cursory glances around the bar. A lot of new arrivals of late.
Hmmm... They tend to occur in waves, he wondered why that was.
(ooc: mun is to bed, have an early day tomorrow. Happy to slowtime)

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Giles remarked, "He did not. In fact since he aligned himself with Wolfram and Hart, communication has become strained. We thought he was giving into temptation."

He did admit in a quieter tone as he lifted his cup again, "We were wrong, but there were much more pressing problems to worry about." He then took a slow drink of the tea.

Spike leans forward, worried.

"Is she okay?"

Giles started at that with some surprise.

"Er, who?"

"Who else?"

His gaze narrows.

"Buffy."

Of course, he should have figured.

Giles remarked, "She is well. Both back home and here. Well, as well as she can be given the circumstances. She's from an earlier point in the timeline than either of us, so it would be best to keep your distance." He knew the vampire likely wouldn't do so, but at least a warning might defray an awkward situation.

No way in hell will he. He's got Plans, capitol P.

"And back home? What was the trouble you were hintin at?"

Giles remarked offhandedly, "The end of the world, as usual, and our forces are scattered to maintain order and balance."

He added meaningfully, "Spike, the Buffy here... has anyone explained to you about the dead coming here? Because that is the case for many of the patrons here."

"Dad can dance, walking the bar, blah blah blah, Buffy is here from just after heaven, but right before hell, I got it Watcher man."

But that doesn't mean he's not going to try it.

"Good, glad that's cleared up then," Giles succinctly remarked, and sipped some more of his tea. He'd say more, but no business in the bar or previous grudges. And Spike did his part in their battles which at least shows some efforts in reforming.

"Right then."

Spike nods, and stalks off. Hoping to find buffy.

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