"He's alive now."
"Yeah." Faith was matter-of-fact.
"He can go back to Buffy."
"You're really still that nutso over Buffy?"
This gave Angel pause. "I guess… not. I know what Andrew said, and I know I was the one to end it…"
"But that was that whole I'm-strong-because-I-have-to-be thing?" he started to nod, but she continued. "Or at least, the I'm-denying-myself-pleasure-because-my-angstiness-demands-it thing?"
He turned to her, somewhat offended, and she put up her hands conciliatorily. "Hey, I just calls 'em like I sees 'em, boss. I just…" she sighed at his stern expression. "You helped me get my shit together; I just don't think your life has to suck as much as you think it does. I mean, the coming-storm, well, came already, right? So why not find one of those things—" She frowned. "Shit, Willow told me what they were called… Nora demons?"
Insight flooded Angel's mind. In response to this revelation, he raised his eyebrows.
Nodding slowly, "Mohra. Yeah, I," sharp exhalation. "I guess I can do that now. I saved the world, right? And I didn't even get what I was supposed to…"
Faith was nodding along with him, a smile spreading across her face as he caught on. "There ya go, Ange. We'll have you walking on sunshine in no time. And hey," she sort of didn't want to say it, but she had to. "You could even make a bid for your fair lady's hand, and that shit."
He met her eyes, startled. "Yeah, I suppose I could. But maybe," he paused. "Andrew was right, wasn't he? I ended it. It was done."
"So… guess you're single, huh?" It came out a bit more quickly than Faith would've liked. He hesitated, then nodded.
"In that case," Faith's expression was carefully neutral. "You wanna go for coffee sometime?"
He frowned, slow to catch her meaning. Then he blinked, surprised.
"I mean, you know, if it's too soon or whatever, you still with werewolf-lady, then—" She trailed off at his amused expression.
"After I finish my quest to kidnap a demon and mix its blood with mine, thus regaining my mortality," he was smiling slightly at her discomfort, "I've really got nothing but time."
She exhaled. "Jesus Ange," she muttered, "don't do that."