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( An hour or so ago.)
When Beth and Spike come in from the House of Arch, she's got a hell of a lot more on her than she ever has for her trips out with him, but none of those trips ever involved a baby. And all of those trips were to places where she could easily buy anything she forgot and needed mid-trip.
Her small backpack's been stuffed with everything it can possibly fit (and then some), and even more has been crammed into the flowery bag holding all the baby's things. And Junior, dressed in preparation for chilly weather and seemingly fascinated by her new vantage point, is securely strapped to her back.
Her cap's on, her sunglasses are on, her hair's pulled back, and her hand... is clasped tightly in Spike's.
The life Yorick's leading out there is no life for Spike, but just this one time, she has to firmly remind herself that she would never want that for him. It's a wonder Yorick's still alive -- if he is -- and she won't take the risk with Spike. It's a proven fact that any remnants of the plague that could be in the air wouldn't hurt him, but the plague is pretty fucking far from the only danger for him. Spike can take better care of himself than Yorick, no question, but Spike would be a fuck of a lot harder to miss.
She just couldn't take him.
Sliding her sunglasses down her nose a little, she shoots Spike a quick smile and then glances around the bar. If Hero's not here already, she'll be here any minute.
When Beth and Spike come in from the House of Arch, she's got a hell of a lot more on her than she ever has for her trips out with him, but none of those trips ever involved a baby. And all of those trips were to places where she could easily buy anything she forgot and needed mid-trip.
Her small backpack's been stuffed with everything it can possibly fit (and then some), and even more has been crammed into the flowery bag holding all the baby's things. And Junior, dressed in preparation for chilly weather and seemingly fascinated by her new vantage point, is securely strapped to her back.
Her cap's on, her sunglasses are on, her hair's pulled back, and her hand... is clasped tightly in Spike's.
The life Yorick's leading out there is no life for Spike, but just this one time, she has to firmly remind herself that she would never want that for him. It's a wonder Yorick's still alive -- if he is -- and she won't take the risk with Spike. It's a proven fact that any remnants of the plague that could be in the air wouldn't hurt him, but the plague is pretty fucking far from the only danger for him. Spike can take better care of himself than Yorick, no question, but Spike would be a fuck of a lot harder to miss.
She just couldn't take him.
Sliding her sunglasses down her nose a little, she shoots Spike a quick smile and then glances around the bar. If Hero's not here already, she'll be here any minute.