"You think you can really break your way out of a pair of handcuffs?" That was kind of cool. Damn. "Wouldn't it just be easier," he playfully swung his head to the side, brushing his forehead against her own, "if you waited for me to find the keys? Which may or may not conveniently occur after I put those pesky little handcuffs to good use."
Sam really wished that he had gotten more rest after the entire furnace nightmare. Otherwise he would have totally been up for suggesting that they retrieve those handcuffs now. Rather than doing as much, he merely looked over at Faith with a lazy sort of smile. "I like this. Being with you. Being myself." There were so many advantages to all of this, Sam didn't even know where to start. He didn't have to put on a normal facade; Faith knew who he was, what he did, and how he was different from everyone else. He knew that she accepted it, too, otherwise they never would have been friends from the start. She had to know that he felt the same way about her. That the Slayer thing, the powers, everything that she did...it didn't matter. He loved her for all that she was. From the ass kicking Slayer with all the responsibilities, the woman who could drink him under the table without breaking a sweat, and to the girl who never quite had a perfect life growing up. He loved all of her. Without a single doubt.
"It's nice," he admitted quietly, rubbing at her arm with a hand.