Angel and Faith
Angel raised his arm and knocked on Faith's door. She opened it a few seconds later, and her expression changed from carefree to worried in one swift movement.
"Faith."
She fidgeted at the door, looking nervous about whether or not to let him in.
"Can I come in?"
She nodded and stepped back. "Come in," she said softly.
Angel walked into her house and followed her as she led him into the living room. He sat down and she picked the furthest seat from him and sat down as well.
"Faith," he began, not really knowing how to finish the sentence. "I'm sorry."
Faith bit her lip. "I..." She fell silent again.
"I know that it just sounds so weak... I'm sorry for nearly killing you, I'm sorry for torturing you... more than once."
"I guess it's like what happened with Wes," Faith replied softly, tears brimming in her eyes.
"I am sorry."
"I know." Faith regarded Angel for a moment. "I didn't think you'd ever hurt me."
"I - "
"But it wasn't you, I know that, it was Angelus. And that doesn't make it ok, but it makes it better."
"You know I would never hurt you though," Angel said.
"I know."
"So we're..." Angel trailed off.
There was a long moment of silence between them, until Faith spoke up again.
"We're ok. Not good, but ok."
"I understand. I really am sorry." Angel stood and left, while Faith stared after him.
"It's ok..."