Imitation is, like, flattery. Right?

[scooby_rebel]

Faith had been fucking hiding. Yeah, it was a pussy move, but Finch's body had spooked her and she'd spent time bouncing from hut to caves, basement to jungle. She'd stayed last night in her hut and thought about how Buffy had it so much easier. She didn't have the past or the whole jacked up redemption thing going on. She had friends and family...

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[mr_demonology]

Wesley's head had a particularly nasty bump on it from all the knocking himself about unconsciously and back to consciousness and well, it felt rather murky. A good cup of tea would put him right. He barely acknowledged Miss Summers as he wandered into the kitchen. "Buffy, hello," he offered before the food before him looked rather too inviting to ignore.

[scooby_rebel]

"Hey," she replied, wiping her mouth with her hand before she remembered to grab her napkin. She took a breath and swallowed, then smiled super bright. Yeah, that felt like how B probably looked. "Hi, Wesley! What's the what with your head?"

[mr_demonology]

It was most likely a stroke of luck that he had double-vision and elected not to mention that he saw two Buffy's before him. "Bit of a bump, really," he conceded, reaching back to feel the swelling. "Ah, yes. Perils of spellcasting."

[scooby_rebel]

"Spells? Gettin' your Wicca on, there Wes?" she asked, then took a forkful of food. Okay, so being B might be a little harder than she thought.

[mr_demonology]

"Trying to contact D..." He paused, knowing enough to not burden Buffy with the issue. Slowly, he removed his glasses from his face to pinch at the bridge of his nose. "Well, someone who had disappeared. To make sure he made the crossing fine and well."

[scooby_rebel]

Doyle. Faith chewed slowly, trying to think of what Buffy would say, instead of what she would tell him.

"Did it work?" she asked, and damn, if it didn't sound like she cared.

[mr_demonology]

"It backfired to quite the spectacular effect of me having my head knocked about," he remarked, quite miserably as he dug through the freezer for something quite icy. "And how have you been today? I can only hope you've avoided the more pesky troublemakers about?"

[scooby_rebel]

"Yeah, you know. Fi--fine. I'm fine," she said, nearly slipping. "Nothing of the amazing going on here. Just making with the mealtime. A healthy, well-balanced diet and all that," she said cheerfully. Maybe a little heavy of the cheerful.

[mr_demonology]

Wesley continued to watch her from over his shoulder, arching an eyebrow suspiciously at all the bubbly. He needed Cordelia around again. He wasn't used to perkiness in the face of demons and magic. "I'm glad to see you're well. It's been some time since we've really spoken."

[scooby_rebel]

Faith smiled. Shit...

"Uh....huh. Well, we're talking now. Anything you've had on your mind?"

[mr_demonology]

Wesley's smile weakened slightly, simply withdrew from his eyes. The truth of it was that he still felt wholly awkward around Buffy to a degree that was hard to shake. "Well, no. ...Not really. I just wanted to assure you were safe. Rupert would have wanted someone to. Why not me?"

[scooby_rebel]

Oh, man. Giles. Way to stick it in and break it off. Faith had done really well not dwelling on him or Robin, and hadn't really had to.

"Right," she said, her smile fading as well. "I'm, you know, it's living, right? I've got my work and my friends and stuff. I'm good, Wesley. Um...thank you. For...asking."

[mr_demonology]

"I'm glad," he remarked in reply, before shifting a pack of frozen something-or-others against his short hair and winced. "I won't take up your time."

[scooby_rebel]

What the hell? No way he was more wiggy around B than he was around her. Hell, she'd tried to kill him. Buffy was just...Buffy.

"You...aren't. I mean, how long since we really had time to catch up? It's a nice day and I'm here and you're here and, unless you just want to go lay down. Except you shouldn't. I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to sleep with a head wound."

Whoa. She kinda actually cared. A lot.

[mr_demonology]

Wesley glanced up at Buffy and gave her a curious look. "I won't be sleeping," he promised, affixing his glasses back on his face. "I do promise I know better than to do that. Really. Truly."