illyria is a very inspirational person (godking) wrote in utr_logs,
"To be fair," Wesley said mildly, "you couldn't be the best lay I've ever had. That wouldn't imply I've had you. And really, I'm very pleased for you. It's good that you have such confidence in your skills." He knew he should quit teasing her, but it was fun. "Feel free to spare me the details. I'd really rather not know what you've gotten up to and with whom."
"Neither do I," Wesley said. "I grew up knowing I'd be a Watcher...that I'd be fighting evil. I lost half of that...or I had." He felt like maybe, with Faith here, he could reclaim that piece of himself. "I think if I couldn't continue fighting evil, I wouldn't know what to do with myself. It's rather sad, isn't it? We both define ourself with roles created by foolish men from centuries ago who meddled with forces they should have left alone."
When he was done cleaning up, Wesley grabbed his jacket. He was glad it hadn't been damaged with his untimely demise...he was rather attached to it. He added stakes and holy water, a crossbow and his gun. He felt better with the weapons. Less vulnerable.