It's probably only one piece of adjustment he's had to make or that he will have to make.

In some ways, Buffy could probably understand that difference. Maybe, if she chose normality, she'd deal with it better than she had on her eighteenth birthday when it'd been foisted upon her.

"You're welcome," Buffy says quietly, taking the water and throwing it in a trash can near the little living room suite area of the room. She gets another bottle of water and hands it over to him. "Drink that too."