Spike heard Wesley moving but clenched his jaw and forced himself to stay where he was. He was supposed to be worrying less about him, or at least showing it less, and Wesley obviously wasn't doing much.

Leaving the folders where they were, he set the caddy on the desk before bending down to investigate another box. "Maybe they were trying to drive us mad," he said, pulling out Wesley's tea kettle from where it rested on top of some books.