Buffy is having a hard time not thinking about it either. Of course, when she does the awkwardness returns. She ends up blushing and wanting to crawl under a blanket. It is out of character for her and she'd acted out of character because she'd been drugged. While Alcide falls hard and fast, Buffy takes her time. Her past romantic relationships have been rocky so she's hesitant to jump in. Besides, back home she'd been in a good thing with Spike.

No, he's right. It has to be dealt with. It's good that he brings it up, that they don't let it fester and rot.

She looks through her fingers when he says he gets what she means and lets her hands fall.

When he gestures, she nods. "Yeah. Please." Having a seat is good. He's tall and she doesn't need a crick from looking up. She smiles at his offer. "In my glitches, I'm a barista. I have a younger sister named Dawn. She's going to Berkeley. " She tilts her head at Alcide, smiling a little. "What about you?"