Buffy fully expects Cordelia to drive her out of her mind within the first week, probably in obvious ways: loud music, long hours spent on the phone, complaint after complaint about her friends, or her taste in clothes, or whatever boy she dumped in the last month. Instead, she's forced to take a step back, to see the different ways they don armor and go into battle every time they both set foot out the door.

There's a chasm between them that's closing fast, and as her heart pounds at Cordelia's first shockingly genuine smile, Buffy begins to wish she knew how to express it.