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[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Continued from here.

"Why would I be upset?" Spike asked. "It's the truth, isn't it? Better to tell her than having to explain in person when she shows up with chicken soup." Spike paused, his smile fading. "D'you think she will? I like the girl, and I'd love to show off my physical self, but all I'd be able to think about is what Angel did to her."

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[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"I'm not sure how I'd be able to convince her, other than show her the canister with her name on it," Wesley said. "Assuming it's still there, of course."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike ran his hand down Wesley's arm. "No point in worrying about it now."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"No, I suppose not." Wesley reached out his opposite hand and rested it at Spike's waist, wanting to move in closer but not quite ready to do so.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike slid his fingers slowly over the cloth covering Wesley's forearm. "So, do you want to finish the chat we were having before the phone rang?" he asked, not entirely sure which way he wanted Wesley to answer.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"I don't know. Do I?" Wesley smiled a little bit. "Do you?"

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"Not really." Spike smiled back. "But it's just going to come up again, isn't it?"

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Probably. If you're around long enough." Because that was the real problem, from Wesley's perspective, at least -- whether or not Spike would stay.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"How many times do I have to say I'm not going anywhere before you're going to believe me?" Spike asked, feeling the frustration building inside of him.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"A few hundred?" Wesley shrugged apologetically.