Wesley took a slow, carefully measured breath as he attempted to diffuse his reaction, letting what Spike had said sink in. Then he nodded. "Good. I don't... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... but I don't want you thinking that you're only good enough if I've set my sights low." He reached out and caught at the hand Spike had started to offer him, gripping it tightly.
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Date: 2004-03-25 07:47 pm (UTC)