Faith and Xander
Faith logged off to find Xander looking at her expectantly.
"Yeah?"
"Ok, explain the couch."
Faith grinned. "It's uh... you probably don't want to know."
"Faith..."
"No, you really wouldn't want to know."
"Does it involve Zac?"
Silence.
"It does, doesn't it?"
"Would that bother you?" she asked quietly.
"No," Xander replied.
"Well then yes it does."
"Am I assuming that this also has something to do with the kitchen table breaking?"
Faith let out a giggle. "Yeah. The couch is just... a reminder of Zac. And so are a pair of my pants," she mused.
"And you never thought to wash it?"
"Hey, I tried. Then I just kinda... I don't know, I don't even see the stains anymore."
Xander grinned. "Idiot."
"I know you are, but what am I?"
"You're like five."
"I know you are, but what am I?"
Xander walked over and kissed her. "Wonderful."
"I know I am."
"So conceited."
"Indeed I am."
"Childish."
"Mmhmm."
"Frustrating."
"Yes. I pride myself on that especially," Faith grinned.
"Oh dear..."