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[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

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"I'm not worried about wanting to hear it," Wesley said. "If I didn't want to, I wouldn't ask. I'm more worried about it upsetting you. Talking about it, that is."

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[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Wesley pulled his hand away, putting it back on the wheel where, he told himself firmly, it belonged. "Because, as you just so eloquently put it, it isn't pretty. I can't imagine it's pleasant to talk about, just to satisfy my curiosity."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't be pulling these memories out and dusting them off for fun, no, but I'll talk about anything you want to know about." Spike rubbed his hand on his thigh, the heat from Wesley's touch already fading. "You've heard some of the worst already; the rest is easy."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Fine," Wesley said.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike shot Wesley a suspicious glance out of the corner of his eye. "What's that supposed to mean?"

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Do you need a dictionary definition, or would a loose description suffice?" Wesley asked, tightening his hands on the wheel.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"Oh, bloody hell," Spike muttered under his breath. He crossed his arms over his chest and drawled, "Go on. I think the loose one will be enough, but I'll be sure and let you know."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Wesley tried not to let his attention to the road wander. "Fine, I hear you when you say that you're willing to talk about it even though it upsets you. Oh, but I'm not meant to acknowledge that it upsets you, am I. That makes it rather difficult."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"It doesn't upset me," Spike managed to say, despite his clenching jaw. "Are we even having the same conversation?"

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"No, of course it doesn't," Wesley agreed. "Nothing upsets you -- you're above it all, capable of setting things aside and never feeling anything about them again, because they're ancient history."