She wanted to go over there and hit him again, hit him and demand some sort of proof, anything to make her truly believe that he meant it. It was impossible, Faith knew that. Knew it would take time for her to trust him again, to actually believe he did love her. It was the only way, but that didn't mean she didn't want that comfort of knowing now.
"When I got together with Kyle," she started slowly. "It was when I was using Orpheus. My head was so messed up. Every day, for months, I just wanted to go and find one of the bars I knew dealt it and lock myself in the back room with a vamp. And he was there. He didn't really get any of it, but he stayed anyway. I think I was grateful to him. My emotions were all over the place anyway and I think I got the gratitude confused with the idea of love. It felt like what I thought love should be, but being high, I couldn't even tell anyway."
She looked up at him, almost pleadingly.
"How do you know how you feel? Were you high when it started? We've been friends for months, what made it change? Was it the blood?"