[identity profile] wesleysgirl.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] reality_bends
Continued from here.

"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."

Date: 2004-10-26 05:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com
"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."

Date: 2004-10-26 06:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com
"I'll be fine," Spike said, but he couldn't hold out against the open plea in Wesley's eyes. He sighed softly at his own folly. "All right. I'll see if they can bring something in. But I'm not going anywhere else, and you're not going to change my mind about that."

Date: 2004-10-26 06:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com
"Especially not where I'm concerned," Spike agreed. He watched Wesley's eyelids begin to droop. "Feeling better, are you?"

Date: 2004-10-27 06:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com
"Someone?" Angel asked. "Or just you?" But there was a little smile, in his eyes if not on his lips.

Spike narrowed his eyes, not sure whether Angel was laughing at him. "Both, but especially me. Must kill you to be helping me when you're helping your friend."

"Actually, no," Angel said easily. "Anyway, if you boot this thing up, the website for the realtor's the main page. You can look at apartments. It's kind of cool. There are, you know, virtual tours and stuff."

"Sounds very helpful," Spike said slowly. He was still wary, but he took the laptop when Angel offered it to him. "We'll look when Wes is up."

Date: 2004-10-27 05:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com
Spike glanced over at the clock on the wall by the door, which, to be fair, wasn't in Wesley's direct line of sight. "Looks about eight o'clock to me."

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