Giles exited his office, having heard someone enter the library. Glancing around, he noticed Oz sitting in a chair at the reading table.
"Hello, Oz. Willow's not here right now."
The young man presented one of those studious looks that might have been a smile or not.
"I know."
Giles waited a moment then asked, "With what may I help you then?"
"Just curious 'bout something."
"Yes?" Giles sat on a chair opposite the young werewolf.
"You ran a sword through the Mayor today."
"Oh. Yes. I did." A funny little twist of surprise wound through his gut at the memory.
"Why?"
Puzzled, Giles replied, "It was an irrational move on my part, I'm afraid. He threatened Buffy. I reacted."
"But why the sword?"
"Oh. I don't know. It was there. It's a weapon. I wanted to kill the son of a bitch." Vestiges of remembered rage flared up again, just as unexpectedly as they had at the time -- Wilkins standing here in the library and saying those hateful things.
"You're more than you let on."
Trying to sort out that remark, Giles felt his face heat up.
"Um. Yes. Well... I do what I can." That answer made less sense than anything he'd said in recent memory.
"No, really. You rock, man." He stood up and headed for the door. Apparently their little chat was finished.
He paused before exiting, and turned to look back at Giles.
"Awesome."
Giles stayed where he was. After a moment a full-fledged grin settled on his features.
"Indeed."