[ Faith can take as long as she needs to get a handle on her emotions; Buffy's not about to judge her for needing to let it all out. If anything, it's making her feel more connected to the other woman, and might even be helping to repair some of the damage done over the years. ]
Even if it was supposed to be, you know me: just can't stay dead. [ It's meant to be a joke, there's even a hint of humor in her tone, but it's a joke based on something that still makes her ache inside. ]
[The damage done to their relationship isn't really a thing Faith ever truly believed could be repaired. But after the First, they'd really started to have a connection again but it still felt so fragile.
THere's a small laugh between sobs as Faith works to collect herself again. Maybe Buffy doesn't mind the crying, but she's never been very good at letting that side of her show.] Yeah, really, I should have just assumed there was no keeping your ass down.
[ Fragile and strong all at the same time. Kinda like the two of them as individuals, really.
Buffy finally leans back a little to look at Faith with a watery smile, giving a little shrug. ] You'll know better next time. [ Because there probably will be one, with her luck. ]
Let's maybe try to avoid that. For like... ever, yeah? Or at least a couple weeks, at least. [Faith scoffs, finally starting to pull it all back together. Wiping off her face, she starts to extract herself from Buffy.]
How are you doing? [She's not the one who died after all. Buffy shouldn't be comforting her about it like she is, right?]
[ At least a couple weeks. Yeah, that sounds like a plan she could get behind. Letting Faith go, she gestures back toward the family room - her room, where they can talk more comfortably. ]
I'm okay. Weird is what we do, right? Just another day on the job. [ Ah yes, watch her deftly avoid the real question and go for the much easier interpretation. ]
[She eyes the living room, feeling almost bad that she's basically got two rooms and Buffy's stuck sleeping in a living room.] Yeah, so it is. [Denial is a plan Faith is all too happy to get on board with although she wishes she had it in her to push further. She's just not so great at addressing important issues either. Add to that she's exhausted.
She finds herself eyeing the room some more before blurting out.] You know what? If you ever find yourself needing some privacy, I've got a private apartment I've been using to build my own gym. There's a cot there. Fully sound proofed and everything... [It's the least she can do for letting you die, right?]
[ Yeah, the whole sleeping in a living room isn't... It sucks. Each night reminds her more and more of those weeks she'd spent in LA after Angel died, or that horrible night she'd been kicked out of her house. They aren't good memories, and she can feel it all starting to slowly eat away at her, but no one will hear a word about any of it. Not even Spike is privy to that information.
So it kind of takes her by surprise when Faith extends the offer. It's not what she would have expected from the other woman, but she's genuinely grateful for it, as evidenced by the smile that appears. ] Thanks, Faith. Really.
[Look. Faith's like grown as a person and shit. She gives stuff to people. She's not just a taker anymore. Maybe Faith doesn't know what Buffy is going through, but she definitely knows what it feels like to want to be alone. That sleeping somewhere that someone else isn't going to disturb you can be a godsend.
And, yeah, it's good to see Buffy smiling at her and have the knowledge it's because of something she's done. It's helping her build the confidence that maybe they'll be alright here. Stuck in this place together.] No problem. Just don't bust my punching bag-! [She points an accusing finger at her while smirking.] I literally just got it.
[ Buffy can't even remember the last time she's had an restful, undisturbed sleep by herself. It's been a long time, that's for sure. ]
Oh come on, would I--? [ She stops, thinks for a second, then nods and holds up her hands. ] Okay, okay, you break it, you bought it, I get it. Is there anything I can beat up around here then?
[She grins, then.] There's a fight club. I help out there. There's a whole gym in Hotdog's garage. People come to spar. Some of them are powered like us, so you can get a real good spar going. Good way to blow off steam.
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Even if it was supposed to be, you know me: just can't stay dead. [ It's meant to be a joke, there's even a hint of humor in her tone, but it's a joke based on something that still makes her ache inside. ]
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THere's a small laugh between sobs as Faith works to collect herself again. Maybe Buffy doesn't mind the crying, but she's never been very good at letting that side of her show.] Yeah, really, I should have just assumed there was no keeping your ass down.
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Buffy finally leans back a little to look at Faith with a watery smile, giving a little shrug. ] You'll know better next time. [ Because there probably will be one, with her luck. ]
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How are you doing? [She's not the one who died after all. Buffy shouldn't be comforting her about it like she is, right?]
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I'm okay. Weird is what we do, right? Just another day on the job. [ Ah yes, watch her deftly avoid the real question and go for the much easier interpretation. ]
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She finds herself eyeing the room some more before blurting out.] You know what? If you ever find yourself needing some privacy, I've got a private apartment I've been using to build my own gym. There's a cot there. Fully sound proofed and everything... [It's the least she can do for letting you die, right?]
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So it kind of takes her by surprise when Faith extends the offer. It's not what she would have expected from the other woman, but she's genuinely grateful for it, as evidenced by the smile that appears. ] Thanks, Faith. Really.
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And, yeah, it's good to see Buffy smiling at her and have the knowledge it's because of something she's done. It's helping her build the confidence that maybe they'll be alright here. Stuck in this place together.] No problem. Just don't bust my punching bag-! [She points an accusing finger at her while smirking.] I literally just got it.
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Oh come on, would I--? [ She stops, thinks for a second, then nods and holds up her hands. ] Okay, okay, you break it, you bought it, I get it. Is there anything I can beat up around here then?
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Besides this Fight Club isn't exactly secret. It's posted up on the local bulletin board and everything.