Detour, continued.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Continued from here.

"I understand," Wesley said. "And I'm sorry it got to this point."

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[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike curled his hand more tightly around Wesley's and asked, "Is that enough?"

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Wesley looked at him and brought his other hand over to stroke the back of Spike's gently. "It is. It has to be. I can't lie to you and say that I don't want more -- because I do. I want you to believe me when I say that you're my top priority. But maybe, as you said, that will come in time. Until then, all I know is that the thought of losing you terrifies me."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"It terrifies me, too. Losing you, I mean. Can't lose myself even when I try." Spike was fairly certain that that statement didn't make much sense outside of his head, either, but he wasn't up to trying to clarify. "I love you," he said instead.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"We'll sort things out," Wesley said soothingly, relaxing a bit. "It's going to be fine. I love you, and I'm not letting you go without a fight."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"I've seen you fight. Glad you're on my side," Spike said with a smile. Looking at their glasses on the table, he had the sudden realization that Wesley hadn't come to the bar to find him but instead because he needed a drink of his own. "Are you all right, pet?"

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"If things between us are all right, then yes," Wesley said.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"You've drunk less, so you've got to tell me that," Spike said, squeezing Wesley's hand. "Are we all right? Really?"