This— this is what he needed. The understanding, the ready acceptance, the absence of shock, hurt, and what had looked like a lingering desire to deck him for daring to hide it from her. Buffy, that is. And truth be told, if not for the circumstances that lead to her untimely discovery of his humanity, he would've kept hiding it from her. She didn't need to know. She wasn't a part of what he was involved in, wasn't a part of his life anymore.

Faith was and likely always would be.

He held out a hand to her to help her back to her feet. "Gotta work on those landings."