"It's all right," Spike repeated, hoping that it actually was. He wasn't sure why Wesley was crying, and he was working on the assumption that he was overcome by everything that he had been holding back. "Let it out, love." At least Wesley was clinging to him instead of pushing him away; that had to be a good sign.
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Date: 2004-08-19 02:14 pm (UTC)