Spike slid his hand from Wesley's hair to caress the back of his neck, focusing on Wesley's discomfort instead of the twinge of hurt caused by his refusal to talk openly about everything. "You don't want to care what I think? You don't want to care that I think you're brilliant, and caring, and far too generous to a surly vampire for your own good?" he asked, his voice gentle.
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Date: 2004-05-22 07:17 pm (UTC)