Fear speared through Spike, and he stopped again, watching Wesley with sad eyes. "You're not, are you? You're going to push, and I'll give in 'cause I can't bloody well say no to you, and then you'll... Oh, hell, I need another drink." He looked back over his shoulder at the way they had come.
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Date: 2004-04-08 05:56 am (UTC)