Another short chapter, but there's a long one to come after this!
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Faith's Point of View
Damn, that was some kiss. Nobody's ever kissed me where it felt like that. I just left Buffy upstairs – she wanted to get ready or whatever before breakfast. I figure that I can get ready after some much-needed food. I'm starved.
My foot had barely reached the third stair before I heard Dawn squealing from the kitchen. I love the kid, but she's definitely got a voice box on her.
Man, these Summers gals are really unpredictable. One minute, Dawn's hugging me and jumping up and down around me and the next she's all quiet and looking at me sheepishly.
"Uh, hey Dusk. What's up?" I asked carefully.
"Well, I didn't – uh – I didn't really get to thank you for talking to me and stuff last night. You made me feel a lot better, and I slept pretty well, so…thanks."
"C'mon, Dawn. Let's go sit on the couch for a minute. I've got something I wanna talk to you about."
Buffy's Point of View
The scene I stumbled on when I walked down the stairs and looked into the living room was surprising. Faith was sitting in the middle of the couch, and Dawn was sitting cradled in Faith's lap. Faith had her arms wrapped tightly around Dawn and was talking to her quietly. I figured that it was their conversation, so I would leave them alone.
I turned to go back into the kitchen, and almost screeched when I ran straight into my mom. She had been standing quietly behind me, taking in the scene. She looked down at me and smiled, then looked back over my shoulder to take a last look at Faith and Dawn on the couch. I looked too, but I didn't protest when Mom took me gently by the elbow and led me back into the kitchen.
Joyce's Point of View
I really am getting tired of all the interruptions in this house. I was just about to have a talk with Buffy, and the phone rings. Will it never end?