Watching Wesley helplessly, Spike waited until he was out of the door before following him down the hall and turning into the bathroom. The ivory tile floor seemed chilly compared to the softer hardwoods of the rest of the apartment, and after a second's pause Spike opened the shade on the Victorian-looking but newly installed many-paned window to let the sunlight in to warm the room a bit more. Then he sat on the edge of the tub, turned on the taps, and listened for Wesley's progress as he fiddled with the temperature.