"Oh, I'm sorry, am I supposed to be impressed that you treated your friends like rubbish?" Spike asked, but Wesley's hand on his wrist had dampened some of his rage, and though the words were spoken in a scathing tone he made no move to break away and launch himself at Angel.
"I don't need a lecture from someone who doesn't even know what friends are," Angel replied.
Spike turned to Wesley. "What do you want me to do? Sit here quietly while he can say whatever he likes?"
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Date: 2004-10-07 11:14 am (UTC)"I don't need a lecture from someone who doesn't even know what friends are," Angel replied.
Spike turned to Wesley. "What do you want me to do? Sit here quietly while he can say whatever he likes?"