Date: 2004-04-14 05:55 am (UTC)
"Then what did you want, if it wasn't to play a few rounds of 'kick the Spike' when I wasn't able to fight back?" Spike knew that that was an unfair accusation, and he immediately continued. "Sorry. Never mind. You wanted to know something I didn't want to talk about, and you saw a way to get it out of me. It's my own fault for drinking so much." Or, at least, drinking so much somewhere you could find me. Spike pressed his fingers to his temple, trying to dull the pain, but it didn't feel nearly as good as it had when Wesley had been touching him.
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