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ANGEL: You really don't care what happens a year from now? Five years from now?
BUFFY: Angel, when I look into the future, all I see is you. All I want is you.
ANGEL: I know the feeling.
ANGEL: I watched you, I saw you called. It was a bright afternoon out in front of your school. You walked down the steps... and... and I loved you.
BUFFY: Why?
ANGEL: Because I could see your heart. You held it before you for everyone to see. And I worried that it would be bruised or torn. And more than anything in my life I wanted to keep it safe... to warm it with my own.
BUFFY: That's beautiful. Or, taken literally, incredibly gross.
ANGEL: I was just thinking that, too.
ANGEL: I can stay in town as long as you want me to.
BUFFY: How's forever? Does forever work for you?
