Faith and Angel followed Buffy to the apartment she shared with Willow trying to remain silent, but all three had questions exploding in their mind. As soon as Buffy closed the door behind the newly invited vampire, Faith followed Buffy into the kitchen, leaving Angel alone in the living room to mope.

"So, what's with the chick thinking she's me at seventeen?" Faith asked, taking the offered beer from Buffy's hands and popping the cap off on the counter.

"Wants me dead. Thought you'd be able to catch onto that," Buffy answered sardonically. They both took a silent swig from their respected beers. Feeling a silence chill before them, Faith decided to speak up.

"Thanks for letting us come here, by the way. I know you probably really didn't want to have us back in your life again, after everything…but thank you."

The two stared at the floor allowing the lack of conversation to consume them. Faith could feel her body hum pleasantly and nervously around the blond. Oh, god, I've been around her a total five minutes and I'm already falling deep again. I thought all those years in prison would be enough to rock me from this infatuation I have with her. I'm no better than Angel, or worse…Spike.

Noticing Buffy watching her, Faith quickly came back to the present.

"So yeah, thanks. It means a lot. And, I know I said it before, but I'm really sorry, about, everything really. You know?"

"Yeah, you did say." Silence again. Seeing that the conversation between them was going nowhere, Faith decided it was time to leave and head off to the hotel she booked for Angel and her to stay in.

"Yeah, 'kay. So, we'll see you tomorrow I guess? You got my number if anything happens." At this, Faith turned to leave, but Buffy caught her by the arm.

"Faith, stay. We can talk more. I'm sorry, I'm just…a little out of it, I guess. I'm glad you're here, both of you.

I'm sorry I didn't sound more excited on the phone"

Delicate acoustic chords filled the ears of the Chosen Two. Buffy's voice sounded so honest; it was brand new to Faith. Buffy continued,

I'm sorry that after all these years

I've left you feeling unrequited and alone, brought you to tears.

Faith quickly looked away at this. She had no idea Buffy really knew how much she cried over her, in prison, in London. How much did the blond slayer know about Faith?

I guess I never saw you quite as well as the way you saw me

I guess I'll never really be able to tell you how sorry I am

Faith was drawn to Buffy now, her eyes brimming with tears threatening to fall. "C'mon, Lehane, don't cry in front of her. Don't clam up either," she thought as she began to sing in return.

And I don't know what it is about you

I just know it's not what it was

I don't know why red fades before blue, it just does

And I don't know what it is about me

That I just can't keep still

I keep thinking someday I will make this all up to you

And maybe someday I will

Faith took this has her true opportunity to go. First, she went over and made to hug Buffy, but settled for a comforting grip on her shoulder. Nodding knowingly, the two didn't say another word, or sing one, and Buffy watched Faith get Angel, muttering something about being back in the morning.

After the door shut tightly behind the dark two, Buffy couldn't help but to pour her heart out. She wasn't ready for Faith to hear this, but she was even less ready to hear it herself.

I guess I never loved you quite as well

As the way you loved me

I guess I'll never really be able to tell you how sorry I am

Sorry I am

Sorry I am

Sorry I am

"Oh, god," Buffy whispered to herself. "Whatever is going on with us is too hard. I can't…deal with this." Tears began to fall down her tanned cheek. "We have to start research first thing in the morning." With new found determination, and enlightenment on her feelings towards one Boston slayer, Buffy headed to bed, hoping her dreams won't continue this honesty trend with her like the song and dance has inspired.