Spike nodded and closed his eyes again, feeling dangerously close to melting under Wesley's touch. He couldn't hear more than the faint buzz of reality; instead he was wrapped up in Wesley's arms and his love, and the amount of attention Wesley was showing him was helping to mend his battered self-image at least a little. "You sound happy, love," he said, struck by the fact that the constant undertone of worry seemed to be missing from Wesley's voice. "Are you?"