A quick snack for Spike before the big dinner

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"It's not just that," Wesley said, looking at the way Spike's hand curled around his mug. "It's..." He trailed off.

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[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Don't be sorry," Wesley said, moving closer to Spike as if drawn to him. "Tell me we don't have to go." It was an absurd request -- of course they had to go, but he so didn't want to.

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Spike looked over at the clock, though he had no idea how long it would take to get to the restaurant. "We might have a few minutes, but..." He gave Wesley a weak, sympathetic smile and fought not to slide his arms around him. "We have to go."

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Wesley sighed, stepping in and resting his chin on Spike's shoulder, one arm going around him in a loose embrace. "I don't want to," he said, rather petulantly.

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"I know," Spike said softly, leaning the side of his head against Wesley's and giving in to the urge to hold him. He rubbed his hands over Wesley's back. "It shouldn't be your job to tell them, but then it'll be over, and you won't have to worry about it anymore."

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"I know. You're right." Wesley stayed exactly where he was, soaking up the comfort of Spike's embrace, for a long moment, then sighed again and straightened up. "Okay. I'm ready."