Things were bad, really bad. Like every couple on earth, when you fight, you let it all hang out. Anya was no exception.

"Xander your turning into your parents," she screamed even though she was less than a foot away from him. "You just couldn't be all sophisticated like Giles. Even he kisses better than you do."

His mouth hung open despite himself. "How would you know that?"

"The same way any other person would. I kissed him. And you know what, I liked it. I wanted more."

"When?"

"When your friend Willow decided it was okay to make Tara forget. Remember that? Only as usually she messed it up and made us all forget."

"But, we, I…"

"No one had their memories. How was I supposed to know my ring wasn't from him? It wasn't like you thought any different."

"But Ahan, you never told me."

"Of course I didn't. You would have done what you always do when you see another guy looking at me. You would have gone all caveman-Xander. You would have yelled and screamed as if I was all at fault when I couldn't even remember how I got where I was in the first place." Tears rolled down her face. Old as she was, she would never understand men. They were mostly all alike, devious fools when nothing in mind past a quick hop in the sack and a cold beer.

"Anya, I just don't know what to say."

"Well when you figure it out you know where to find me. I'm going back to my own apartment so I can think."