Spike stood up straight again and scrubbed the towel over his hair. "I can't promise I wouldn't want to go hunt some people down afterwards, but I'd listen." He lowered his arms to dry his chest and asked, "Do you want to tell me about it?" The thought of hearing about everything that had happened to Wesley all at once was mildly alarming in its potential for intense outbursts, but he was pleased by the thought that Wesley might trust him enough to use him to try to get his emotions out.