Growing Pains
This cryin' thing fuckin' sucks, yo. The few times I have cried, didn't last very long. What I'm doin', now? Goes somewhere in the category of Never-Thought-This-Would-Happen. He's holdin' me, he's forgiven me, Wes has forgiven me, and I have no fuckin' clue what to do next
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After the breakdown and crying jag she just had in my arms, it's a bit freaky, as Cordelia used to say, to see her laughing like this. And a bit worrying as well. I know she needed to get this off her chest, but I don't want this to have hurt her either. Faith's never been known for being stable, and I certainly don't want to be responsible for her going off the edge again. Not when she's finally got herself back together again and turned her life around.
"I'm cool. Don't worry. I just never act like this. Ever."
I don't know if I should be comforted by that or more concerned since she's still laughing. I'm afraid if she keeps this up, she's going to hyperventilate and pass out.
Aphrodite save me, sometimes I don't think I'll ever completely understand women. No matter how much I care for certain ones.
"Faith?" I ask, rubbing her back and trying to get her to calm down a bit. "Just breath. Do you want to go back inside and have something to eat? Or would you like to go somewhere and talk?"
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"Just breath. Do you want to go back inside and have something to eat? Or would you like to go somewhere and talk?"
God, what's up with me? Fuck, I'm embarrassed. Thank god, my boy mentions eatin', cuz that seems to stop the hysterical gigglin' thing I have goin' on.
"Fuck yes, I need food! Let's go back inside. Maybe after I've eaten, I'll quit actin' so bizarre."
I shouldn't really be all that surprised; I've never been good with handlin' my emotions. And, bein' around Wes/Earl? Caused a ton of shit to boil up in me. Guess it needed releasin' or somethin'. Whatever...hopefully, it won't happen again, anytime soon.
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Well, at least the thought of food has seems to have helped calm her down. Offering her my arm, I escort her back into the restaurant - a rather comical image if one thinks about it, being lead into a Dennys as if entering to be introduced to the Queen. We make our way back to the booth we had occupied earlier, sitting down and taking up the menus left behind.
"I would imagine you're starving after that night we've had. Order whatever you want." I lean in a bit closer and lower my voice to a stage whisper, "I'll just charge it to the firm. I'd say that this qualifies as an office expenditure. So what shall it be?"
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Earl offers his arm to me, and after I repress the urge to laugh again, I take it, and we walk back into Dennys. We sit down in the booth, when he leans in to tell me somethin'.
"I would imagine you're starving after that night we've had. Order whatever you want."
"Think I've got that one covered, Boss. Plannin' on eating just about everything on the breakfast menu," I say, half-jokingly.
"I'll just charge it to the firm. I'd say that this qualifies as an office expenditure. So what shall it be?""Spendin' the company's money? Tsk, tsk, tsk. You should be ashamed of yourself." Of course, I'm teasin', and he knows it, so I can't pretend I'm bein' serious. "But, hey, You're the smart one among us, so I say let's go all out ( ... )
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I'm brought outta my reverie, when he says my name. "Yeah?"
"I honestly don't know how to start this. I suppose an apology is in order. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you what was going on from the beginning. I never meant to mislead you; I just didn't know how to explain the situation."Is he still angstin' over that shit? Cuz, me? I got over it as soon as I saw how lonely and hurt he was. "Don't need to apologize. We're five by five, now. I don't blame you for nothin'. You were in a sticky position; shit happens ( ... )
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The waitress brings us our breakfasts, and Faith digs in with gusto, eating half of it before I can even finish spreading some jam on my toast and take a bite of my eggs. She certainly is something - her capacity for food definitely matches Fred's. It's interesting, but I'm starting to realize that both of them have much in common.
When she starts into her biscuits, I want to point out to her that biscuits in England are actually what she would refer to as cookies - just to see the look on her face. However, the hum she makes when she takes a bite of one of them distracts me for a moment. Since we're sitting next to each in the booth, I can feel the vibration she's creating, and it's rather...arousing, in a way.
Funny that before last night, I never would have considered Faith the way I am now.
"Thank you," I suddenly hear ( ... )
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Ah...the You-Are-A-Rabid-Dog Speech. Yep, I remember that. But deep down inside, I knew he didn't mean that shit...or, at least, I hoped he didn't.
"You were tryin' to help me. It's cool. Comes with the territory of bein' a Watcher, I guess. Sometimes you gotta take drastic measures to get your point across. See? That's what I'm sayin'. If you hadn't gotten all Mean Sonuvabitch on me, things might've turned out a helluva lot different. I was reluctant to fight Angelus, and you showed me a way to do it without killin' Angel."
Dude, I'm just Revelation Chic, aren't I?
"I'm very proud of the Slayer you've become...I don't think I told you that last year. To know that you think I helped you in some way means more than I can say."Oh my God. I've been waitin' forever to hear him say that to me. Didn't realize, while I was in the Dale, that I actually wanted his approval ( ... )
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