Shopping's done. Lunch time.

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"That's not the same thing at all," Wesley said. "The spell is important. This is just... food."

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"Angel was never in my life in the way you are," Wesley said.

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"I know that," Spike said, but the old concern that he was simply a substitute for Angel reared its head again. Attempting to tamp it down, he added, "I probably should be thankful he was a part of your life long enough for you to get used to the blood, but I've got a rule never to be grateful to him."

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"I don't expect you to be." Wesley stretched his arm across the table, palm facing up near Spike. "There's something I should tell you."

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"Are there any good conversations that start like that?" Spike asked, suddenly wary.

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"Quite possibly not." Wesley didn't want to start it, not really, but he thought Spike should know, and it was better done sooner than later. "I've fed Angel. My blood. It didn't... well, I suppose saying that it didn't mean anything sounds ridiculous, doesn't it."