Something in Wesley's chest that had been tight and strangled for what felt like decades loosened, and he was able to breathe. At the same time, he wanted to hold his breath, wanted to preserve this moment and the feeling of utter joy that came along with it. To his dismay he felt tears threatening, and he quickly ducked his head, hiding his face against Spike's chest even as he realized that in doing so his reaction was still likely to be totally transparent.
"Say it again," he requested, in a voice barely above a whisper.
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Date: 2004-03-25 05:30 pm (UTC)"Say it again," he requested, in a voice barely above a whisper.