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[ripher]

It would mean taking your own life into your hands.

[ He offers Grace a smile to show that he's joking. ]

I'm sure it's just fine. You're too kind, really.

[ Leaning over, he accepts the cup and arranges his tea, waiting until she's done with the milk and sugar to add a little of both to his cup, stirring it while he waits for the bag to steep. He glances around the room. ]

You seem to have made yourself thoroughly at home. Do you have a, uh -- [ He nods towards the door to the bathroom and the adjoining suite. ] A neighbour?

[rationalism]

[ she shakes her head. ]

I used to room with Greer, last time, but she's with her boys now I think.

[ in truth grace didn't ask but she didn't want to be a bother either. ]

I'm sure someone will show up over there eventually.

[ripher]

Oh, well.

[ He doesn't have a right to comment on Greer's situation, knowing only a little of it through the constant hum of mansion gossip. But Giles turns a sympathetic look on Grace all the same, settling back on the couch with his arm outstretched along the back, mug of tea resting on his thigh. ]

Shame to be on your own. If you.. if you're in need of company, don't hesitate to come over. I'm sure Amy and, ah, Buffy would like to see you as well.

[rationalism]

[ three blondes. might he have a type.

she doesn't mention that she doesn't mind not having a roommate because there is no one to hear her scream from her nightmares.

instead she accepts the invitation with a smile. ]

That would be nice.

[ripher]

[ He definitely has a type. Case in point: the way he smiles back at her, more than a little boyishly helpless. He clears his throat, shifting his weight a little on the couch. ]

I have to admit, I was glad to hear from you. Even if it was a mistake. If that's, uh. If that's not too forward of me.

[rationalism]

[ his admission draws a honk of a laugh, bright and sudden, and she hastens to explain herself. ]

Sorry, I'm not laughing at you. It's just... really hard to be too forward with me.

[ she who propositioned richie as a form of barter system before he shot her down, she who propositioned elias before they'd even met, she who married alex after an 18 month bangathon. ]

Usually it's the other way around.