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It's pure instinct that leads her, not to her door, but to Michael's. The look of betrayal on Fred's face was a blow she wasn't ready for, and though she's not quite crying, she's white and shaking as she raises her hand to knock.
She stops with her hand almost touching the wood, suddenly hesitant - they do have a baby, after all, and it's late, and hasn't she bothered them enough lately?
You've gone soft, Lehane, needing somebody else around. Leave them alone for once, deal with it yourself, like a real Slayer.
Faith sighs, lowering her hand, and turns away from the door.
She stops with her hand almost touching the wood, suddenly hesitant - they do have a baby, after all, and it's late, and hasn't she bothered them enough lately?
You've gone soft, Lehane, needing somebody else around. Leave them alone for once, deal with it yourself, like a real Slayer.
Faith sighs, lowering her hand, and turns away from the door.