reality_bends | Weren't they talking about a nap?

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Spike laughed and nodded, smiling up at Wesley. "I hear you. I wouldn't dream of arguing with you, pet."

"That's right." Wesley stroked his hand along Spike's shoulder gently.

"Then there's nothing to worry about, is there?" Spike said. "I wouldn't dare stand in the way of what you wanted."