"That--" bites "--works." Xander puts the hand he'd be gesturing with back on Bridge's shoulder.

He doesn't want to ask, or even think about it, wants to ignore the concept of needing to ask, and by damn he's a Scooby and the one thing he never did teach his class is the one thing they're best at, which is just that. Purposely not seeing things just as well as any other citizen of Sunnydale - just... different things.

"What're we doing about--" Xander wants to handwave, but that'd mean not touching Bridge. "--this? Us?"