It’s like puberty all over again.
Just sit down, eat some chocolate, watch Wayne’s World and CHILL.
Buffy: Looks like we’re at a stand still. I’ve got a knife to your throat and you’ve got one to mine.
Faith: Ha-HA! I call your bluff, Bluffy. You would never stab me. Not in a million years. Not in a billion years! And especially not before the season finale!
Buffy: Drat. You’re right. I guess for now we’ll just have to settle for a homoerotic kiss on the forehead.
Faith: Works for me.