"Buffy, you're not concentrating."
She stopped punching the heavy bag. Her hands fell to her side, and she turned, panting and glaring at him. "Well, thanks for that astute assesment, Wes. I'll see if I can concentrate better with you nagging. And hovering. You were hovering."
He discreetly rolled his eyes. "Sometimes I don't think you take the job of a Watcher seriously."
Her eyes hardened. "I take it plenty seriously."
Wesley surreptitiously watched her, minutely adjusting his glasses and making a note in his journal. Some days he didn't know how Giles put up with her for three years.
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