Spike pressed a soft kiss to Wesley's temple before resting his cheek against his hair. "Good. Wouldn't want you to forget what I am just because you're taller."
"Back in my day, we didn't have all those smoothies and vitamins and what-have-you to make you grow tall," Spike muttered, his hand tracing slow circles over Wesley's back. "Lived on boiled meat and soggy vegetables, didn't we? If you can call that living."
"It was living," Wesley protested mildly, thinking that it was a particularly apt phrasing for Spike, considering. "Do you think you'd have been taller if you'd had multi-vitamins and blended kelp drinks?"
Spike shrugged slightly, not wanting to dislodge Wesley from his grasp. "The way all the health nuts around here talk about them, couldn't've hurt. Not that they sound particularly good, even compared with boiled meat."
Kissing Wesley's temple again, Spike smiled and said, "Thanks, pet. Enough people have liked how I look that I believe them. It's only a problem when someone thinks he's too heavy for me."
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