[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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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.