" Instead, there's a strained solicitousness between them, a kind of after-you-no-after-you exaggerated courtesy." That's a wonderful summation of that kind of barren emotional no-mans-land.

The section with Xander and Anya at the dinner table made me cry.

"I'm here, love. I'm staying right here." Sigh, now I'm going to sniffle again.

Bravo hon, this has been a wonderful satisfying ride. One of the reasons we love these two is because they are so screwed up and needy, and you've made the two of them so logical that it couldn't end any other way

Applauds.