Buffy suddenly felt ridiculous for having said so much, especially if he already knew. "You know?" she shook her head. Well, if he already knew and hadn't run screaming the moment she mentioned the word date, that said something. "I just wanted to give you the full account, you know. My last boyfriend, I kind of gave him the not-so-detailed version and he found out some of those less nice parts from my friends. Needless to say, he and Angel had it out." She sighed, a smile coming back to her features, "Even though you sound so cheezy--in a good way, I really appreciate it. Thanks, Dean."
As he readied himself for his own secret, her brow furrowed. She couldn't stop her mouth from parting when he said the most offensive F-word in her mind's vocabulary. "You...a-and Faith?" she had a hard time believing it, but wasn't surprised. Guess that explained his affinity for chicks in leather pants. Ugh. Faith. It was always Faith. The girl couldn't let her have anything just her own. Where was a coma when she needed one?
But, Dean had been more than cool about her past guy issues. So, really, she should be cool. But, goddamn it. Faith. Now she was suddenly feeling less than confident in some of her guy pleasing 'abilities.' Why was she always stuck in a competition with her? She really needed to calm down or that glass in her hand was going to shatter.
She sucked in a very deep breath. Dean was here with her right now and that's all that mattered. He clearly liked her. She liked him. She just would have to get over it. "...It really meant nothing?"