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Regrets?
The night is bitterly cold and no matter how tightly they pull the blankets around them, icy fingers worm their way inwards. Giles knows that he’ll never feel warm again; and as the chill settles far too quickly in the marrow of his bones he knows that he’ll never feel young again either.
On the other side of the campfire is another reminder of his advancing years, faintly shivering in spite of the tough exterior Xander tries to project. Giles can’t help but see a facsimile of his younger self - a foolhardy mixture of youthful bravado and world-weariness.
Yes, separated by a gaping chasm of age and culture but, nevertheless, brothers in arms.
He worries about them all in so many different ways - but it’s his concerns for Xander that have led him directly into this predicament.
All Giles wanted was to be a father-figure for him. Somewhere along the way, however, these less - and more - than fatherly feelings developed. No matter though, Xander has Anya and strangely she seems to make him happy.
So Giles will stay on his side of the campfire, keeping his feelings as tightly wrapped around him as these useless blankets.
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Yes, separated by a gaping chasm of age and culture but, nevertheless, brothers in arms.
Beautiful.
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Beautifully sad.
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Yes, separated by a gaping chasm of age and culture but, nevertheless, brothers in arms.
Xander and Giles have such a fascinating relationship and you really did it proud.