Some conversations are just really difficult

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Wesley looked at Spike and smiled slightly. "Were there other things you wanted to know? I suppose this would be the time to ask."

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[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"Sorry. You're distracting." Spike tried to think for a moment, but he could feel his jealousy rising again. "I'd ask you to tell me about a favorite memory that still gets you hot when you're alone at night - or at least it did before you dragged me into your bed and stopped being alone - but I think I'd be happier if I didn't. So you're off the hook, and I'll probably kick myself when I sober up."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"If you change your mind later, you could ask again," Wesley pointed out. "I'm not the one who's drunk." He paused, then asked, "I'd still like it if you'd share whatever it is that has you so worried."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike sighed and looked down at the table, his good mood deflating even more. "I know you would," he said quietly, pushing the handle of the mug with his index finger.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"If you don't tell me, it will continue to eat away at you." Wesley sighed. "It's not going away on its own."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"I'm drunk. I'm allowed to wallow," Spike said rather petulantly. "I'll be fine in the morning."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"I'll allow you to wallow," Wesley said, his own voice taking on a somewhat sharper tone. "What I won't permit you to do is lie to yourself. This isn't the sort of thing that will be fine in the morning, and I think you know that."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Sitting taller in his chair and squaring his jaw, Spike met Wesley's eyes again. "Why is it so bloody important to you that I talk about something I don't want to talk about and isn't going to make either of us any happier?"