"You'd sleep without me pacing around and listening to you?" Spike leaned forward, pressing his forehead to Wesley's hand. "I'm sorry. You're not acting badly. I just want to be able to do things I can't, and it's been a bloody long twenty-four hours."
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Date: 2004-10-26 05:07 pm (UTC)