OOh, tan Spike. Move the dial from “nervous” to “panic.” She hasn’t seen Spike in three years. For all she knows, he hates her guts now, or remembers some romanticized version of her that was never really there. For all she’s knows, he’s going to make a wisecrack and she’ll be stuck with it – whatever it is, and she’s a little too familiar with Spike’s creativity for comfort – forever.
He’s looking at her, at the panic that must be flashing across her face; his smile shrinks, turns wistful – sad, even. “I think you should bloody well ask her.” His voice is tired, suddenly. “Girl’s been through the wringer. She deserves to get what she wants.”
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He’s looking at her, at the panic that must be flashing across her face; his smile shrinks, turns wistful – sad, even. “I think you should bloody well ask her.” His voice is tired, suddenly. “Girl’s been through the wringer. She deserves to get what she wants.”
Aww! Great Buffy and Spike voices in this.