There's Willow's voice on the phone, but Xander's not really listening as he says again, "Just one more second, okay. Please?" then slides the phone into his pocket.
He reaches for the hand that isn't holding a frog tank. The one that doesn't have a glove on it yet, either.
Xander doesn't have any more words, he's run out of them completely, so he hopes that whatever moves from his palm to Bridge's, or from his lips to Bridge's as Xander leans in to kiss him, can say everything he can't.
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There's Willow's voice on the phone, but Xander's not really listening as he says again, "Just one more second, okay. Please?" then slides the phone into his pocket.
He reaches for the hand that isn't holding a frog tank. The one that doesn't have a glove on it yet, either.
Xander doesn't have any more words, he's run out of them completely, so he hopes that whatever moves from his palm to Bridge's, or from his lips to Bridge's as Xander leans in to kiss him, can say everything he can't.