Detour, continued.

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Continued from here.

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

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[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Wesley felt unusually willing to cater to whatever Spike wanted even if it was a bit self-destructive. After all, the vampire was certainly entitled to wallow, as long as Wesley was there to make sure nothing happened to him. "Would you prefer to stay here and have some more? I could get another bottle."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike was certainly tempted, but the thought of being alone with Wesley was more appealing. The distance between them and the noise of the bar was beginning to grate on his nerves. "No," he said. "Besides, if I drink another bottle you'll have to carry me out of here."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"And while I'd do that if I had to, I think I'd prefer to save my back," Wesley said.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"Then let's go," Spike said, "unless you want something else."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Wesley reached out and squeezed Spike's shoulder quickly. "Just you."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike smiled warmly at him. "Let's go home."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

As they started for the front door, Wesley asked, "How are your ribs?"

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike turned his focus from walking on the slowly revolving floor and considered the question. "Not hurting me right now, but I think they were sore before I started drinking." He blinked. "Though I probably shouldn't've told you that."