It made him proud, albeit a little sad, but he knew they had all grown into strong, amazing people. His Slayer had stayed alive much longer than most,...which was in itself an amazing feat. He didn't attribute himself to it too much, knowing Buffy to be exceptionally strong, but he was definitely proud of them all. More so now than ever. She wanted to tell Giles he shouldn't have worried for them when he obviously had so much of his own to worry about when he'd been away, but she admired that. The food was first and she had already moved to the kitchen to "help me" with this. Put this here put that there, that kind of help. This was all new to me but I was having a good time, despite the cause of it. Then we got to the moving part. Move that up and this down, I will not be able to reach it there. I went out and brought in a step stool for her, she smiled. This time it was a real smile. Now why the hell would I care if a girl I just met today smiled at me?Then I moved her back into. I pulled out a bottle of water and a map. I sat backwards on the bike leaning back against the tank with my feet propped on the bitch bar, pulling out my pipe, I enjoyed a hit of some of the finest organic this side of the CA med clubs. . Holding in the hit, I enjoying the skunky taste of the weed. Off in the distance was the sound of another bike and it was getting louder as it drew closer. Exhaling the hit, I stashed my pipe in my pouch I turned back to my map browsing as the Softail cam. ”That calmed her somewhat, enough to confide. “Tess.” She wobbled down, into her chair. “I don’t like, Ustice.”“Ok, Tess.” I sat on the edge of my desk, two feet from her crossed legs. “I want to tell you my situation, regarding my son, but I only have two minutes.” I took a deep breath. “You haven’t told anyone about what your son does to you?” I asked.“How do you know-”“I don’t.” I said curtly. “I wasn’t sure, until you followed me into my office.” I exhaled and inhaled slowly. “Submissive.