Home again, home again, jiggity jig.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Continued from here.

Wesley sighed with relief as he realized that they were nearly home. He wanted to hole up in the flat with Spike and pretend for a few hours that nothing was wrong.

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[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"I suspect we'll be in trouble when actual unlocking becomes necessary." Wesley got himself inside without too much effort and let the door close.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"You can put the box down, you know," Spike said with exaggerated patience, as though Wesley hadn't already figured that out, himself.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Unless either of us suddenly sprouts a third arm, I'm going to have to," Wesley said.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike grinned. "Since we're not on the Hellmouth, I think we're out of luck with that."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Somehow I doubt I'd consider such an incident lucky, no matter what the circumstances," Wesley said. They reached the flat and he did set the box down on the floor long enough to unlock the door, pushing it open so that Spike could go inside first.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"I don't know. An extra hand could be useful now and then." Spike went inside and set his box down on a nearby chair. "Though finding shirts would be more difficult."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Shoving the box of things through the doorway with his foot, Wesley closed and locked the door behind them. "Nearly impossible, I'd think."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike dumped his bags on the floor next to the chair, his coat quickly following. "Depends on where it grew from, but I know a couple demon tailors who could probably whip up something right quick."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"I find it hard to believe we're having this conversation when we haven't yet started drinking," Wesley said, setting his bags down on the floor and collapsing into the nearest chair.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"I'm doing my best to be a distraction." It was a role that Spike was getting very used to playing, as it seemed to be what Wesley wanted from him.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Wesley sighed and leaned back in the chair. "Should we talk about it, do you think?"