The end and the beginning.

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Continued from here.

"Thank you for giving it to me," Wesley said, just as softly, closing his eyes and resting his hand on Spike's chest, letting his thumb rub back and forth in a gentle rhythm.

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[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"That's why I do," Spike said, his limbs starting to feel heavy as he began to drift toward sleep. "And that's why you let me. That and because you couldn't sit up on your own for a couple of weeks."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Wesley didn't want to think about that. "But I'm fine now. Because of you."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"I tried. If I hadn't been there you would've tried to get out of bed the day after we got you home." Spike paused and then added, "And you're only almost fine. No more lifting boxes."

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"No more lifting boxes," Wesley said obediently.

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Spike gave a sleepy chuckle. "Yeah, you say that, but the next time you want a box moved you're still going to do it yourself, aren't you?

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"I'll try not to." Wesley yawned.

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Spike couldn't help but yawn in return. "Guess that's as good as I'm going to get."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Mmm," was all Wesley could manage.