Jul. 31st, 2004

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Continued from here.

Spike was quiet, his only movement the slow glide of his hand over Wesley's back. He felt raw, almost fragile in the aftermath of the morning, and it wasn't a state he had ever wanted to return to. He had fought long and hard to find a balance after getting his soul, and now it looked like he had to start again, since what he had become still wasn't good enough. Given what he was, he doubted he ever could be, but he'd try, anyway. He had to.

"It'll be all right, pet. It'll get easier," he said finally, wanting to hear the words spoken.

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