He can fly higher than an eagle...

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"Being hurt doesn't give me an excuse to act badly," Wesley protested. "You aren't making things more difficult. I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here."

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[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Unaware that Wesley was awake, Spike was standing in one of the beams of sunlight, watching his skin not smoke and burn as he tilted his hand directly in one of the beams. He was fascinated by the warm golden light and the heat it brought with it, remembering lazy afternoons sitting in the garden, trying to come up with poetry to describe the clouds. A yawn crept up on him, a product of his largely sleepless night, and he stifled it with the hand not in the sun.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Wesley turned his head and saw Spike standing near the window, and said nothing. He wanted to watch Spike like that, in the sunshine, for as long as he could. But then Spike yawned, and concern outweighed silence. "Did you get any sleep at all?" Wesley asked hoarsely.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike turned, a smile forming immediately at the sound of Wesley's voice. He was getting used to seeing Wesley so weak, but the extended periods of silence as Wesley slept and healed were wearing on him. "Some," he replied. "Less than you."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"I'd imagine everyone is getting less than me," Wesley said, blinking sleepily. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"