Wesley couldn't stand there and let that expression remain on Spike's face without attempting to comfort him. He moved in closer and slid an arm around Spike's waist. "You don't need another drink," he murmured. "Whatever it is that's eating away at you, you need to say it. Trust that telling me will make it better -- trust that I can handle it."
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Date: 2004-04-08 06:00 am (UTC)