Faith stood still, watching Wes walk away, then bit her lip, picking up her pace a little to easily catch up with him.
"Wes, come on! I said I was sorry like a hundred times!" Faith knew she sounded like she was begging, but… well, she kind of was.
Wesley drew up short and turned to her. "Faith, that's not really the issue here. I'm not upset with you, not really. I'm just… upset more generally."
Faith blinked. He wasn't upset with her? She had just kind of embarrassed him in front of his parents, two aunts, an uncle and various extended family members. Damnit, she'd told him that bringing her to his family's Christmas Eve dinner was a bad idea. Just because they were in London to meet with G-man B, and Red about the latest apocalypse prophecy and it happened to be the holiday season didn't mean they had to go visit his family.
"Its not as if I'm especially fond of my extended family." He said, then even more softly, "or father, really." Faith was pretty sure he hadn't meant for her to hear that, so she didn't comment. They were going to talk about his dear old dad soon though. Preferably when they were back in the States.
Because Faith as pretty sure that conversation was going to make her want hit Daddy Wyndam-Pryce in the face a few dozen times.
"And frankly, it isn't as if I care all that much about what they think about you." Wesley added.
Yea, but I could have tried harder at not making an ass of myself. She'd tried so hard… it was Wes' family. And… however many times he said he loved her, that he didn't care what other people thought about their relationship… there was that little voice in the back of her head that kept doubting him. Doubting them. God, are there any two people on the planet with a past quite as fucked up as ours? She'd fucking tortured him! Him forgiving her had been unbelievable enough…
But she'd gone and fucked up anyway.
"If- If you're not… why did you just stalk away from me when we got out, not talking?"
"I may not be upset with you, but I am… I should have listened to you. It wasn't a good idea to go - it wouldn't have been a good idea to go alone, even. It's just… my family." Wesley looked around, and gestured to the snow falling around them. "I think we should probably at least get out of the snow before we finish this." He reached for her hand, and Faith took it - then pulled him in, bringing him down a bit to kiss him. For a split second, she was worried he wouldn't return it, that he really was upset with her despite what he'd just said, but he did, slipping an arm around her back as he deepened the kiss, and she put her arms around his neck.
After they pulled away for air, Faith kept him close for a moment. "Love you." She murmured quietly.