Usually, when I’m watching a movie, a television show, or anything like that, I’m keep something of an ironic distance. I tend to laugh at things, to make fun, and to generally not take things seriously. Or, at least this applies when I’m watching something with others.

However, for a couple of nights now, I’ve been watching episodes from “Buffy”’s fourth season with Kalle and Håvard — the two of my flatmates I get along with best — and where I’m usually very eager at laughing at situations in other shows or movies, this is almost unthinkable when it comes to the Whedonverse.

I never laugh at, say, Buffy, unless an episode’s set up in a way that makes her do fun stuff. And whenever Kalle or Håvard — or, for that matter, Jonas, who occasionally joins us — make some sardonic or cynical comment, I find myself glaring at them.

Because there’s no ironic distance. There’s only love.