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[OOM: Faith and Joyce have a Forgiveness Moment in Faith's room.]

Faith comes downstairs, dressed in an athletic bra and biker shorts, her hair piled on her head. She's been training, and she's a little sweaty...she could do with a shower, and she'll probably take one soon. But for now, she's here, sitting at a table with a bottle of water, a burger, and fries.

Her security badge and the scar from when Buffy stabbed her in the gut with her own dagger are both plainly visible.

Also? She's smiling.

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He points mutely at her stomach.

Faith looks down at the scar, then back up at him in surprise.

"That? Oh...that's old. Long time ago...nearly a decade now. Nothing to get yourself all worked up over."

He raises an eyebrow, as if to tell her that he'll get worked up about something if he wants to, thank you very much, and that he'd still like to know who they are and how hard he can kill them.

Faith sighs, and relents.

"Buffy, but I had it coming."

"So does she."

And that was even before he found out about this.

Faith makes a face.

"No, Nick...seriously. I'd just shot Angel with a poisoned arrow and the only way to cure him was to feed me to him, it wasn't her fault."

He raises an eyebrow.

He doesn't like Angel much. She's not helping.

"What? It wasn't her fault, really. Anyway, I was only in a coma for eight months...wouldn't have been that long except I think the blood loss caused brain damage and that took a while to heal and I'm really not calming you down with this, am I?"

"No," he replies flatly, "not really."

Faith winces.

"Nick...it's OK. Really. We've made our peace, she and I. It's in the past. And she didn't get the chance to feed me to Angel, and I'm fine now, so...please? Let it lie? For me?"

He shrugs.

"Certainly...as long as her mother doesn't call you a..."

He looks away and growls, just a little.

"...something entirely inappropriate."

Faith smiles, faintly, and kisses his cheek.

"She won't. We talked. Earlier today. We're fine."

He nods.

And then he blinks.

"Why do I get a kiss for homicidal urges?"

"Because you're very sweet to be overprotective. And I love you very much."

Beat.

"Also because I don't exactly need to go hunting for reasons to kiss you."

"You could, but I suppose they'd just roll over dead for you."

He smiles at her.

"You're just that charming."

Faith snorts and pokes his ribs lightly.

"I'm not charming."

He gives her a look, as if to ask if she really wants to start a tickling fight.

She gives him a look right back.

"What? I'm not."

...which is why he attacks, sides and underarms first.

Faith squawks and flails.

"Nick! Don'tdon'tdon'tnofairnotenoughclothes!"

"You asked for it."

No mercy.

"Didnot! Evil tickle beast! Niiiick! Stoppitstoppitplease!"

"Oh you did."

Noooo mercy...and vampire speed and plenty of experience at tickling.

Flail flail flail shoulderswat flail.

"Nick! Supposed to be friends...friends do not tickle! Stoppit! Stoppit please now!"

No, friends do not tickle. Only good friends tickle. Better friends eventually stop and kiss their Slayers on the cheek with a grin.