Houston, we have breakfast!

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Continued from here.

"There isn't that much in the flat to choose from," Spike replied, walking over to the microwave so that Wesley would leave his blood alone and find something for himself.

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[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"That doesn't mean I'm not capable."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"I didn't say you weren't." Spike shook his head. "Never mind. It was a joke." Mostly.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Wesley turned to smile at Spike uncertainly. "I know. That is, I know you were joking."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike nodded and took a sip of his blood with the hope that once his headache was gone he would be better able to read Wesley's reactions.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Why don't you sit down and get comfortable?" Wesley asked, setting a pan on the stove. "Eggs?" He remembered his own stomach's touchy nature after a night of drinking and amended, "Or maybe just toast."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

For once, the thought of eating was not appealing. "I'll stick with this," Spike said, lifting his mug slightly. He did pull out 'his' chair, though, and took a seat.