"Brought you some stuff," Angel said, offering Spike the paper bag. "Thought you could probably use it."

Spike gingerly opened the bag, trying to keep it from making too much noise, and found a couple of packets of blood inside. He suddenly realized that he hadn't eaten since before they had gone out the night before. "Thanks. Hadn't even thought about it," he admitted.

"I kind of figured," Angel said, leaning against the door frame. "You want to come out here so we can talk? I don't want to wake him up."

Looking back at Wesley, he nodded but said, "As long as we keep the door cracked so I can keep an eye on him. I don't like leaving him alone."