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Construction Site: Friday 6/8, all day

Thanks to Xander having caught the radio Wednesday night, even if he didn't happen to be looking when it actually occurred, there's now a sign next to the bricklaying supplies:

Construction Site: Not For Mysterious Smacking. Or the other kind. This includes vistors not that we're looking at anybody in particular.

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"Nor do I want one," Bridge says. "I like *this* one. But..." how to explain being afraid that if he goes home or somewhere home-like he won't come back?

"But?" There's some irony here, yeah, because Xander already knows his, or thinks he does. He just doesn't know what he knows. ...Or something.

"I'm afraid if you go home or somewhere home-like that you won't come back," Bridge says, deciding straightforwardness is the way to go.

"Ahhhh." Xander glances down at his burger, cave-man hunger apparently forgotten for the moment. "I kind of had a feeling you might be." Way to own your issues, dude. "Dawn asked if I wanted to go home with her, but...yeah."

"There's not any real reason, not like last time when I *knew*," Bridge continues. "It's just... so many people just *leave* and I couldn't stand it if that happened to you. Again."

Xander nods. "Cally, that was just bang, out of the blue. And Parker's off in Russia, Alanna's someplace where she has to send letters by spell..." He wants to promise that he won't just disappear someday like other people have, but he can't. He knows he can't, he knows Bridge knows that, they've talked about it, but... "You know if that ever happens to me again it won't be because I have any say in it, right?"

"I know that," Bridge says. "I do. Doesn't stop me from worrying, though," he admits.

"Well, it's not like --" Xander stops halfway through the sentence, realizing he doesn't even know how he was going to end it. He doesn't have something to say for this.

"We were gonna build a fort," he says finally, the closest he can come to admitting how much it worries him too. "To hide in, so I wouldn't have to leave." A thousand years ago, give or take six months.

"Sometimes building a fort and hiding in there with you seems like a really good idea," Bridge says with a little smile.

Xander laughs. "Well, I did tell Dawn I was going to hold it down while she's gone..."

Bridge looks contemplative. "And keeping one's promises is always a good idea. You busy tonight?"

Xander shakes his head. "Mel's going off with Dawn for the weekend. Might take a quick look around to make sure the island didn't decide to be ironic and get invaded by vamps the second she left, but after that I'm all yours."

Bridge grins at that. "I like the sound of that. Um, the 'all yours' part, not the vampire thing."

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