( there's a flash of a smile, one that reaches her eyes when Faith admits to missing her too. it's one thing to think Faith might have missed her in return, but it's another to have it confirmed.
and then she immediately winces, remembering what she said not just here but at home, too. in the heat of the moment – both moments, she actually meant it. or it sure felt like she had. emotions had been running high. seeing Angel and Faith had been the tipping point in Los Angeles. here it was the months of added memories Buffy saw as another betrayal. but now that her anger has subsided, she knows it wasn't the reaction Faith needed from her. )
Not one of my finer moments. ( she acknowledges regretfully, blowing out a puff of air and slouching into her seat. ) What happened between us, I should have kept between us. I shouldn't have given everyone a front-row seat to our issues. And for that I'm sorry. ( because Faith isn't the only one who messed up. isn't the only one who has to make things right. )
The very last thing I experienced would be Angel hitting me. You had gone up the steps when he grabbed my arm. Punches were thrown. ( she'd woken up from the coma feeling the sting where his fist had landed. none of that matters right now. instead, her attention is on what Faith last remembers. concern worries its way between her brows. )
No matter how curious I am, and believe me when I say I'm super curious to find out, I'm not going to ask you why Angel needed help, or why I did. It's up to you if you wanna tell me. And if you say we're good at the point you're from, I'm going to choose to believe you. But Faith... If I fall asleep again and find out there's more you haven't told me – about us, anyway, that's it. No third chance.
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and then she immediately winces, remembering what she said not just here but at home, too. in the heat of the moment – both moments, she actually meant it. or it sure felt like she had. emotions had been running high. seeing Angel and Faith had been the tipping point in Los Angeles. here it was the months of added memories Buffy saw as another betrayal. but now that her anger has subsided, she knows it wasn't the reaction Faith needed from her. )
Not one of my finer moments. ( she acknowledges regretfully, blowing out a puff of air and slouching into her seat. ) What happened between us, I should have kept between us. I shouldn't have given everyone a front-row seat to our issues. And for that I'm sorry. ( because Faith isn't the only one who messed up. isn't the only one who has to make things right. )
The very last thing I experienced would be Angel hitting me. You had gone up the steps when he grabbed my arm. Punches were thrown. ( she'd woken up from the coma feeling the sting where his fist had landed. none of that matters right now. instead, her attention is on what Faith last remembers. concern worries its way between her brows. )
No matter how curious I am, and believe me when I say I'm super curious to find out, I'm not going to ask you why Angel needed help, or why I did. It's up to you if you wanna tell me. And if you say we're good at the point you're from, I'm going to choose to believe you. But Faith... If I fall asleep again and find out there's more you haven't told me – about us, anyway, that's it. No third chance.