Andrew and Faith had a wager over the speed and style of Xander's breakdown as a result of his students' practical trials, so Andrew was expecting a gibbering flatmate when he got home and not the beatifically smiling man who greeted him.

"Don't you have a group of girls to retrain?"

"Keelhauling. Jettisoning. Airlocking." Xander grinned a little too widely. "I've been thinking of new training exercises for the girls."

"That's nice, Xan." Andrew backed out the door and grabbed his phone. "Faith. I think they broke him. Can you let Giles know? Oh, and you owe me a fiver."


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