"It's okay," Heather said once Faith had trailed off after mentioning Angelus, whoever that was. She honestly didn't know much about Faith aside from the fact that she was a Vampire Slayer and she was a good listener. "You don't have to talk about something that makes you uncomfortable. And I don't want people to feel sorry for me, anyway."
She listened to Faith's words, still looking off and trying to will the crying to stop. She didn't cry. And not in that 'oh, I'm too tough to cry' way, either. She just didn't do it. The only time she really had was when she'd found her father dead, and a few small times afterward that still dealt with him. She guessed she was a little overdue, but she still didn't like it.
"You're probably right," she said quietly. "So, I mean, considering that, I guess it's okay if he concentrates on that." It was a lie. "There's been other stuff that I just figured out by myself, so I can do it with this, too." Another partial lie. She still had yet to truly figure out the things she'd already been through.
At the other girl's question, Heather finally did shift her gaze towards Faith, turning her body a little to face her more easily. She didn't respond right away, but eventually, she said, "I don't know. Thought things would be okay at first. Me and Sam got together, the demon got sent away, things were supposed to be okay. But I guess...I don't know. I guess it took some time to really sink in, maybe."