Leaving W&H. Eventually.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Continued from here.

"I didn't think I had to spell it all out for you," Spike said, nudging Wesley's arm gently with his elbow. "Yes, an office, too. And a desk, and a coffee maker, and a sodding aspidistra. Whatever the first-rate firms have. Or we can forget about all that and not worry about the licenses."

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[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Yes, well... I can avoid leaving anything else." Wesley wondered why Spike felt it necessary to point out that he'd be leaving the others -- it wasn't as if he didn't know that. He'd just prefer not to think about it.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"Fair enough." The elevator slowed as it reached its destination, and Spike stepped out as soon as the doors opened, more to prove to himself that he wasn't so deeply bothered by what had happened that he couldn't face the space where he had spent so much time with people he couldn't help than anything. He was grateful to find the lobby area empty, though, and he waited for Wesley a few steps beyond the elevator.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"At least there aren't a lot of people here," Wesley said softly to Spike, following him. "Not that most people would even think to wonder what we're doing here, of course."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"I'd still rather not see them." Spike glanced over at Harmony's desk, where her miniature unicorns were lined up in a neat little row. "Even Harm."