Dropping off, again.

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Wesley shook his head and curled his fingers into Spike's shirt again. "No, I want to stay like this. With you."

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"I could move over?" Wesley said. "Give you more room?" It seemed like a reasonable suggestion.

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Spike laid his hand gently in the center of Wesley's chest. "Stay right where you are. I've got a whole bed of my own, remember? You saw to that."

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Wesley nodded. "It's not as if I'll be much fun," he said. Then, "We should do something."

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"Like what?" Spike asked with a fond, amused smile. "Think about all you're ready for right now is falling asleep."

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"No, I mean, something fun," Wesley said. "Go out somewhere."

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Spike assumed that Wesley was making sense in his own head, but he certainly wasn't to the rest of the world. He took it as a good sign that the medicine was working. "That'll have to wait until you're better, pet."

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"Oh, I know. Did I forget to add that part?" Wesley traced Spike's jaw with a gentle fingertip, mesmerized by him.

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"Yeah, you did," Spike said, smiling at him and tilting his face slightly into Wesley's hand. "Where do you want to go?"

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"Somewhere cold," Wesley said dreamily. "So that we can have a roaring fire in the fireplace at night, and curl up around each other in bed."