“Xander?” Giles glanced up. “What’re you doing in the library at this hour? You should be in -” He consulted his memory of the boy’s timetable. “Biology.”

“It’s a subject I have problems with,” Xander said, taking the step needed to bring him closer to Giles than was polite. “I can never remember if the hip bone -” Tentative fingers trailed across a portion of Giles’ anatomy that Giles was fairly certain was his hip, and moved down and across just a little. “Is connected to this bone or not.”

“That’s not a - oh.”

“See?” Xander said. “I need help.”



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