Acutely aware of the tension in Wesley's body, Spike kept stroking his hand. There was a part of him that wanted to take Wesley away from hearing about it, and there was another, larger part that wanted to slam his fists over and over into Angel's face until all that was left was a messy smear.
"You let Wolfram and Hart do this to your friends, to your son, and you didn't get the details?" Spike asked.
Angel shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "There wasn't time."
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Date: 2004-10-06 08:35 am (UTC)"You let Wolfram and Hart do this to your friends, to your son, and you didn't get the details?" Spike asked.
Angel shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "There wasn't time."