"I will," Wesley promised, moving closer to Spike and thinking about putting an arm around Spike's waist, but not quite ready to do it. At night, in the dark, he was more than comfortable wrapping himself around Spike as best he could, but during the daytime, it was different, somehow. He was too aware of his own potential fragility, of the fresh scar on his abdomen. He felt self-conscious and awkward.
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