"We're not terrible people." Alcide says quickly with a shake of his head. "We were... manipulated so that somethin' that was already there on my end got magnified and I took advantage of it cause of the damn drugs. You and me? We're not terrible. Whoever drugged the coffee is terrible." A pause. "And I kinda wanna kick their ass."

But he curbs that anger because he'd thought he'd been fixing what was between him and Buffy and now it feels like he somehow fucked that up without even trying to or knowing how he did it. "And I was just tryin' to get outta your hair and let you... y'know, be whatever..."

Alcide takes a deep breath and reaches out to curl his fingers at her forearm and pull her hand toward him. His fingers slide down her arm until he's gently holding one of her hands. "Are we really okay or are we just pretendin' to be okay? Cause I wanna really be okay with you and I feel like I am on this end. We can be friends. Good friends."