Spike brought his other hand across his lap to cradle their joined hands. "There's no question about what I want with you, pet," he said, meeting Wesley's eyes seriously and wishing that Wesley had sound more sure. "The only question is why he's trying to bollocks up something we both know is good."

"Hey, I just care about Wes," Angel protested, holding up his hands as if to show he wasn't armed.

"I've seen what you've done to him. Sounds like he's better off with you not caring about him and leaving him the hell alone."