Spike reached over to touch Wesley's leg, hearing the tightness in his voice and offering his support. "It won't be so bad for them," he said, hoping that it was true.

"I just hope they'll listen," Angel said, leaning forward to rest his arms on the table. "They're not going to be happy."

Spike was proud of himself for not pointing out whose fault it was that they were in that position in the first place.