Faith and Wes
"Like old times," Wes said. He lurched after a demon, impaling it with his sword. He'd leave it to Faith to finish the damned thing off. But it felt good, he had to admit, fighting with her, knowing she had his back despite everything.
He grinned at her. He wasn't willing to just forget the months they'd been apart, but this wasn't the time to try to discuss it. Hopefully there would be time later. For all he knew, she could walk away once they were done with the fight. It wouldn't surprise him.