CONTINUING AS A LOG AS DISCUSSED.
“Hey, B.” Faith stepped back into the room maybe twenty minutes after she’d left it to go get some air, sneak a smoke, maybe mentally beat on herself a little for the fact that she’d stupidly though kissing Buffy’s forehead, like something out of their damn prophetic slayer dreams or something, would have worked. It’d been stupid, Buffy was still here asleep and she felt kind of helpless to wake her up.
At least, that’s what she’d thought. It was kind of obvious now that something had happened, between the broken glass and the stuffed pig lying on the floor amidst it and Buffy... well B was looking as broken as Faith had ever seen her. Hell, she’d tried to break the blonde, more than once, actually, and she’d never actually seen Buffy liking so... in all the time they’d known each other, she’d never really seen Buffy fall apart.
She stood there for a moment, not ally sure what to say or do. That whole being comforting thing wasn’t something she was very good at. Point her at some ass to kick or whatever, but empathy wasn’t her thing. Still, she did want to help. It seemed like Atlantis had given her a clean slate with Buffy and maybe they’d never be best friends, but Faith wanted to do better this time. She at least wanted to try.
“You, uh, wanna talk about it?” she asked after what felt like several minutes but probably wasn’t all that long. Patience wasn’t really one of her virtues either.