Angel stood in the doorway of Faith's room and smiled faintly at the clothes and weapons strewn across her bed.
"Faith?" he called.
"Yo," she replied, coming out of her bathroom. "Hey."
He pointed up. "Roof talk time?"
She laughed. "Sure."
~*~*~*~
"It's almost peaceful," Faith said, staring down at the city below. Her arms rested comfortably on top of the cement barrier.
"Almost," Angel agreed. "We have a lot of work ahead of us, if we're ever going to make it completely that way."
"Not to be all glass half empty, but world peace? Not an option," she replied.
"Maybe you're right," he said, turning slightly to look at her. "You look... almost happy."
"Almost." Faith kept her eyes focused over the edge. "Maybe. I don't know. Don't think I'll ever get to pure happy, lose a soul, kinda thing."
Angel shook his head. "I've only achieved that once in 100 years. Believe me, it's rare."
"So, you know how my Dad was dead? Turns out he's not," she said suddenly. "It's weird."
"Wait... what?" Angel asked.
"My reaction exactly. Shouldn't really be so surprised that Mom had lied to me, but yeah, it did throw me through a loop," Faith replied. "It's not... I'm not... he doesn't know about my deal. I don't know if I'm going to keep in contact, it's too weird. Or normal. I guess that's the weird thing for me."
Angel nodded, staying quiet.
"Do you think I should just... ignore him?" she asked.
"I'm probably not the best to talk to about fathers," Angel told her. "I killed mine."
"Right."
They stood in silence for a few more minutes.
"So, Sam?"
Faith grinned. "I knew that was going to come up."
"Well it's just... that... well... I thought... with Dean and all," Angel managed. "You were so upset about his death."
"No, I was upset at you lying to me," Faith corrected. "And his death, of course. But my leaving was to do with you, buddy."
Angel looked at his feet. "Yeah. Guess it was."
More silence.
"So, really Sam then?"
Faith laughed. "Is it a hard concept to grasp?"
"A little," Angel admitted. "Not that uh, that you'd be attractive to him, I can see why, uh, but, well uh - "
"It's ok," she said, still laughing. "I know you don't think I'm a dog. You're confused because of the Dean thing."
"Well, you were... weren't you... you know?"
"Having the hot sweaty sex?" Faith suggested bluntly.
"You know, sometimes you and Spike are alarmingly similar."
"I should push you off this building for that comment."
Angel smiled. "You'd like that."
"I would."
"Sam?" he said again, after another few moments of silence.
"Ok, just so you'll stop saying his name in that surprised tone," Faith began. "Yes, I was sleeping with Dean casually. Then, well... I don't know. I always did think Sam was quite the muffin. And we just happened. It's new. It's fun. It's... it's different."
"I don't get you people," Angel sighed.
"Us with the boobs?" Faith asked. "Yeah, we make some weird decisions."