"I'll give you ten bucks to finish a sentence there," Faith offered him the ghost of a fond grin. She got what he was not saying. They'd both pretty much cheated death so many times, maybe their time was just up. No one could be as lucky as they were forever right?
She eyed the way he tugged at his shirt before rolling her eyes. "You might was well take that off. Hell I'm about thirty seconds away from taking these off too," she gestured at the heavy combat pants she was wearing, the fabric clinging to her legs. Even if she knew it wouldn't last, she still wanted that relief of feeling just a little cooler.
"We are standing in the middle of a fucking oven," she agreed with a nod, glancing around the space with a scowl. The fact was she was as miserable as he sounded.
Tell him The voice in her head sounded remarkably like TK's. And Claire's. And weirdly Buffy's. How could it be this hard? Just three little words, real short ones and odds were against either of them caring about them in a few hours anyway.
"Sam..." she started before she froze, just frustratingly unable to get anything else out. She opened and closed her mouth a couple of times before deciding to pick up on something else he'd said. "Who was right about what?"