"Of course I did." Wesley reached out a hand and lay it on Spike's forearm, feeling the tension in the muscles there. "The last thing I want," he said softly, tears still threatening, "is for you to be unhappy. For you to want something and not have it. You're more important than anything else in my life. The thought that I might not be able to give you what you need..."
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Date: 2004-07-29 11:47 am (UTC)