An anon asked Weslah + "How many times are we going to do this?"

This starts during the 'never going to get anything but grey' scene in "Habeas Corpses". AKA the scene that makes me shout WESLEY YOU ASS every time I see it.

Lilah took a step back as he turned away from her kiss. This again. "You know, it's weird. Rain of fire, whole city burning—why do I feel a chill?"

"I can't do this anymore." Wesley said firmly, starting to turn away from her completely.

For a moment, Lilah contemplated turning on the charm. She knew exactly how to get him to ignore this line of conversation for a while. What to do, what to say. But even if she did this time… they'd come down this road again, and again, and again.

How many times are we going to do this? Well, this was going to the last time. The world was potentially ending. She didn't want to spend the last of the time she potentially had having this argument over and over. Even if it did always end in such delicious ways, complete with broken furniture.

"You are an idiot, Wesley" Lilah said, her voice flat. "You and your goddamn hangups. You… you act like being with me taints you somehow." She scoffed. "You're dancing the line between good and evil all on your own, Wesley. You know what, fuck it and fuck you. I'm evil, and you're not, and you can't get past that."

"We're on opposite sides of a war that will never end, Lilah. I don't know how I'm suppose to just 'get past' it." Wesley said softly. "What do you want me to say?"

"The truth would be nice. This isn't about Fred. You don't love her, and you never have." If this was going to end, Lilah was gong to have it out with Wesley. Lay out just how much of an idiot he was. "You love the idea of her. She's such a 'good' and 'pure' person and obviously a good person would love her. But you don't."

"This isn't about Fred." Wesley told her, inhaling sharply.

"No, it isn't. Its about you and your hangups. And to be honest, I've had it up to here with them." She hadn't come into this expecting sweet kisses, chocolates and roses. Feelings hadn't been supposed to enter into it, but they had. And Wesley wasn't such a good liar that she didn't know that they had for him as well. "When you're done with them, assuming both of us are still alive, give me a call." Lilah turned, taking in a breath quietly, keeping her composure perfect, even though she was feeling actual pain inside of her. She was halfway out the door when Wesley called her name, his voice breaking just a little,

"Lilah." Turning, she looked at him, waiting for him to say more. "Don't go. Please." He'd never said please before. Not even in bed. Lilah bit her lip and walked back inside his apartment, closing the door behind her.

"Just one question… is there still a signed dollar bill in your wallet?"