_{[ He watched her go with that comment and for a moment felt guilty again. Damn it, this is what he gets for liking a girl. Because, he thinks, in time he could have tried to be with her, like he apparently had been. But he wasn't going to mess up what she had with Jack either. Jack was probably better for her, in the long run.} 

He took the drink she brought with a nod of thanks, but for the moment let it dangle between two fingers, the other going into a pocket as they began to stride off from the bar. ]

You know, I want you happy to Buffy.