Getting dressed! Maybe for real!

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"Neither do I," Wesley said, although he thought he might have a vague memory of it. He moved over closer to Spike, looking at the options. "I like the red. But don't wear anything you hate. You wouldn't, would you?"

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"Not without good reason." Spike pulled out a pair of black jeans, a black t-shirt, and the red silk shirt Wesley had mentioned.

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Spike was impressed that Wesley didn't drop anything, but, then, he reflected, he probably had a lot of practice doing that very move. "I've always liked it," he said, smiling his thanks. "Can't imagine why."

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"And how often does that happen?" Spike muttered, sitting back in his chair and stretching out his legs. "Does it really matter? There's that whole ether thing. Even if he did do something to them, it's been a long time since I've believed gone meant gone."

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"Good," Spike said again. He reached for the marmalade and spread some more on what remained of his piece of toast. "If it were me, I wouldn't want to have to wait for some lunar conjunction or week of fasting to get my memories back."

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Aware of how skeptical he would have been in their situation, especially if he were in some strange reality where he liked and trusted Angel, Spike wasn't feeling all that optimistic about them jumping on board. "Guess we'll have to see how it goes when we get there. At least there are two of us with the same story."