Bad different? Or the kind of different you can work with?

[ Buffy was back to studying his chest and touching the scars. She really didn't have an issue with them. In fact it was refreshing to know a man with scars. The couple of men she had dated never had scars. The joys of being a vampire, or a soldier being given experimental drugs.

Her movements had slowed down, no longer moving to the music but rather their conversation. They didn't exactly need to yell now that they were so close. The warmth in Buffy was spreading through her whole body and she just gave a nod. ]

Mmhmm, I'm feeling better than okay. The last time we spoke I was working. Dancing just does something to me. So do you.