Spike found himself at a loss as to how to answer; talking about Angel with Wesley was like walking through a minefield, and he didn't think either of them wanted to blow up just them. He spun his mug in slow circles on the table and utterly failed to come up with something neutral to say.
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Date: 2004-09-30 12:39 pm (UTC)