2004-08-10

Finally facing the day. Sort of.

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"She's got past the point where all she wants to do is play card games, watch the telly, and paint my nails," Spike said. "She'll be looking for adult conversation, too." He was struck a bit too late by the thought that Wesley didn't want to spend time with her, since he'd had such a negative reaction to the thought of going to see them. His mental picture of contentedly listening to the two of them talk about obscure texts and other topics far above his head began to fade, and he said, "Well, that's a long way off. She's probably too busy for a holiday, anyway."

Emotions running high

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"No," Wesley said, when what he really meant was yes, please, more. He was aware that he shouldn't do that -- say one thing when he meant another -- but he couldn't, simply couldn't ask for what he needed. He moved toward Spike just a tiny bit, wanting the comfort of his body but unable to ask for that either. Every muscle in his body was tense, his eyes burning with unshed tears.