Detour, continued.

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

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

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

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

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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."