Spike sat on the edge of the bed. "Busy night. Demons to find, remember?" The movements of his hands were jerky as he pulled on his boots. "I can't keep going in these same bleeding circles. I've told you I don't doubt you believe what you're saying to me, and I've told you if you give me time and if I'm wrong about what'll happen I'll probably get over what's keeping me from believing it, too. I know it's not enough for you, but I don't know what else to say." He met Wesley's eyes as he got to his feet again.
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Date: 2004-04-06 08:25 pm (UTC)