[Mina raises her glass of red, too, in quiet understanding and support for his grief. She never knew Mr. Rayne; she doesn't have to have. She's here for Rupert, for his loss.]
[Her smile is slightly more knowing now; Mina's had friends like that through her long life. It's a special sort of ache, that loss, that struggle, and she sips her wine, nodding.] I hope you gave as good as you got, my dear one.
[He's always soothed at least a little when she is near. There's few that understand him as she does. Less now, with Ethan gone; they might not have liked what the other had become, but they knew each other well.]
The Watcher's Council's view on things was rather staid and limited in scope. The things I learned with Ethan... There are things I would undo if I could, but I also understand magicks and darkness in a way now that I couldn't have garnered from books. And I can protect against them in a way I wouldn't have been able to.
My misspent youth resulted in deaths and pain to people I care about. I'm not sure that it paid out so much as perhaps washed even. [He downs the rest of his drink before reaching for a refill.]
There was nothing charming about who we were then, love.
Katy! Hello darling. hearing about Robin made my Giles need to talk.
[Perhaps he should scold, or warn about hiding grief in alcohol, but he's not exactly the best example. And as he looks at her all he can think about is how often her uncle sat at a table with him, a bottle between them. Sometimes they didn't bother with the glasses.
Hello, Love! Awwww Giles. He needs hugs. And liquor.
[Perhaps. Maybe if it persists after the funeral. For now, though, they could all use a drink. Ethan...the man who had time and time again alluded death...was gone.
Taking a seat at the table, she poured a good amount into each glass and slid one across to him.] Mom's a wreck. But...that's to be expected, I guess.
[He manages a momentary smile, for her. Buffy has no reason to give a damn about Ethan's death, but he thinks she understands why it's different for him.]
I know it's hard to believe, but he was a different man, once.
[She did understand. Just like he understood that he had needed to lie to her way back when they'd buried Ford. She slipped her arm through his and rest her cheek on his shoulder as she just fell quiet for a long moment.]
So were you. I've seen his candy bring it out in you. He'll always be a part of your history and okay, me and Ethan were never going to be on friendly terms, but that doesn't mean you can't miss him. That you can't grieve. God knows I can't judge on who we choose as friends. How many arguments have we had over Spike? Or even my spectacular blindess when it comes to Angel.
I suppose in some ways that makes it harder. He wasn't the man I knew once, and still I hoped that one day... [He shakes his head.]
[That's half the reason I did it, so anyone who didn't know could see. The other half being the usual 'working out emotions through writing. He wasn't that old.]
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Tell me about him?
I'm not sure where to even begin. He was by best friend, once, and very nearly my executioner many times.
I broke more than a few of his bones, as well. He endangered Buffy's life.
Ironically, I'm the Watcher I am because of him.
The Watcher's Council's view on things was rather staid and limited in scope. The things I learned with Ethan... There are things I would undo if I could, but I also understand magicks and darkness in a way now that I couldn't have garnered from books. And I can protect against them in a way I wouldn't have been able to.
There was nothing charming about who we were then, love.
Have you eaten?
Shall we order in?
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He nods.]
Taking a seat at the table, she poured a good amount into each glass and slid one across to him.] Mom's a wreck. But...that's to be expected, I guess.
I know it's hard to believe, but he was a different man, once.
So were you. I've seen his candy bring it out in you. He'll always be a part of your history and okay, me and Ethan were never going to be on friendly terms, but that doesn't mean you can't miss him. That you can't grieve. God knows I can't judge on who we choose as friends. How many arguments have we had over Spike? Or even my spectacular blindess when it comes to Angel.
So whatever you need, I'm here for you.
(OOC: Thank you for posting this. I hadn't heard of this at all.)
I suppose in some ways that makes it harder. He wasn't the man I knew once, and still I hoped that one day... [He shakes his head.]
[That's half the reason I did it, so anyone who didn't know could see. The other half being the usual 'working out emotions through writing. He wasn't that old.]
Is there anything I can do for you?
((OOC: That is I've got to say quite shocking. *offers hugs*))