"You've done nothing to be sorry for." Spike knew that he, on the other hand, had made more mistakes than he could count, nevertheless name. He took a small step back, wanting desperately for Wesley to touch him but not wanting to push. "I think we'd both be happier off our feet, don't you? Come sit." He glanced at the bed, the site of his most recent misjudgment, and said, "Or would you rather the couch?"