"I understand why he did it," Wesley said, knowing that Spike wouldn't like to hear that, but feeling that it needed to be said. "That doesn't mean I agree with it, but... I understand."
Too restless to sit in the face of that statement, Spike let go of Wesley's hand and rose to his feet, pacing in front of the couch. "That's just bloody great. How do you think your friends would feel?"
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