Wesley stroked his hand over Spike's skin. "None of it means anything, you know," he said softly. "You're what matters. I think I could get through anything as long as I had you. It makes me wonder how I... managed, before." Badly, for the most part.
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Date: 2004-08-16 05:42 am (UTC)