Xander smirked back, “Maybe. Never been a great teacher, though.” Leaving a girl a skateboard with the note ‘step one: don’t fall off!’ was about the extent of his ability to teach anyone anything unless it was a practical skill. He supposed a semblance of normalcy could be important for someone with the particular skill set she had. He stared at her over the counter top, raising an eyebrow but nothing more. She was getting attached, maybe this had been a bad idea. Maybe he should have just dropped her off outside instead of coming up and sharing a bit about himself, which led to her sharing about herself and she had just looked so small. So he’d hugged her, and that had turned into kissing and, well, it had just continued.

Then she’d gotten all serious and let something slip she maybe hadn’t wanted to in order to fill the silence. He didn’t really know what to do right now, the conversation had suddenly gotten deep. Xander could face an avalanche or even a real drug lord with a machete at his throat, but having to talk to regular people about emotional shit? Not his wheelhouse. Shaking his head, he searched a couple cupboards until he found two coffee cups and a little bit of sugar. An attempt at a sigh was covered by a yawn that forced its way out of his mouth.  “Guess I can stay for a little while.”