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."

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[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"No, I don't think you would," Wesley said, leaning down to kiss Spike again. "Unless I needed you to."

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Spike didn't hear any criticism in that remark, so he smiled and said, "Well, somebody's got to look out for you. Make sure you don't wear white shoes before Easter."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Prevent me from making any fashion faux pas," Wesley agreed, reminded of something. "Speaking of which, in the confusion over having the glass installed last night, I completely forgot to tell you -- we have our first case."

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"Does that segue mean we've got a case about fashion?" Spike asked, his brows drawing together slightly in confusion.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"No, it means that Angel phoned. There were some people here in New York that needed help, so he passed them along to us." Wesley waited to see how Spike would respond to this news.

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"Oh." Although Spike didn't feel the immediate rush of anger at Angel's name that he used to, he still had to work a bit to keep his expression neutral. "Good. Nice of him."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"I think he was just as glad to get them off his hands, to be perfectly honest," Wesley said.

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"That bad?" Spike asked.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"No... just not the sort of people he likes to deal with. Nervous, requiring a lot of reassurance. And needing translation work done, which, while he wouldn't have handled that part himself, he's not all that comfortable with." Wesley traced a vein in Spike's throat with one fingertip.

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Spike shivered slightly at the journey of Wesley's finger. "Sounds like he sent them to the right person, then."