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[Locked from anyone in Angel Investigations]

So there's awkward moments, and then there's... awkward moments.

Have any of you ever lived in the same city as an ex? Like not just an ex ex, but like a really... serious sort of ex, with the heartbreak and the horrible crushing sense of starcrossed-ed-ness, and the Hell dimensions and...

Ok, not necessarily the Hell dimensions part.

But how do you deal with it? How do you deal with going to the store and just running into them in the middle of the street? I mean you can't just pretend you don't see them and keep walking, and then when you don't, it quickly turns into awkward small talk and fake smiles and not knowing what to do with your hands, and looking for excuses to leave without ever really wanting to leave....

And then what if they do leave? All... abrupt... y. And not like they were just uncomfortable too, because that would make sense, but like something was honestly off.

I guess asking for a normal old Yuletide is packing the wish list a little too tight, huh?

Should've stuck with asking for a pony.

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Leave.

Or kill them. Depending on what my mood is.

Edited 2011-05-01 04:46 (UTC)

[She stares at this answer in horror for a moment, but... suppresses her judgement because, really, who the hell is she to talk]

Yeah, I'm ruling out option two here.

Sort of been there, done that.

Option two never works, anyway. I killed her and here she was on the network a few months later. Nothing lasts forever, I guess.

[Funny, that's what happened to Buffy too...]

Which leaves... leaving. Which I can't do either.

Trust me, tried that one too.

Leaving doesn't work either, in the long run. At least not for me. There's always something pulling me back again. I guess that means there is no solution. You just have to keep trying one or the other until something sticks.

This isn't about Spike, is it?

No, this isn't about Spike.

Why would I be talking about Spike?

... Ew.

Look, I just know you and Spike have this ... thing. And he was in Hell for awhile.

What? No. No no no. There is no thing that we... have. Except a hate thing. Past, present, or future.

Who told you that?

Spike. Who else?

He is so doubly dead.

Well, he didn't say you currently had a thing. I was just taking a stab in the dark.

Word of evidence: don't take anything he says remotely seriously.

I'm learning as much.

So, what is the problem, anyway? While we're sharing this heart-to-heart.

"Complicated" doesn't really cover it.

You could try me regardless.

The ex in question's a vampire. I'm a Slayer. There's not very much math involved.

Though that's not even the complicated part.

What is?

The part where any time he experiences a moment of total happiness, he loses the soul that keeps him from going all psycho killer on the neighborhood and all my friends.

Yeah ... that sounds like it could be problematic. Kind of puts the damper on any chances of a functional relationship, huh.

... Kind of. My friends can hardly deal with him still being in the city, let alone...

[Sigh] It's just easier if we... stay apart. But not easy at all.