For Fred.
It was a disaster.
It was his style to shrug it off. To act like it had never happened, ideally. But he admittedly had issues when it came to his reputation, and he'd taken great precautions to keep his past a particularly well-guarded secret.
And now, completely without his permission or control, his past had literally walked the island for three days, conversing with strangers and friends alike, being his pansy, wet-blanket self.
So, while he hadn't been hiding in the strictest sense, he certainly hadn't been going out of his way to be social, since that weekend. But it had been long enough, and he wasn't going to be a bloody coward, just because a few people had seen him stuttering and fumbling around like a hopeless twit.
Spike stood just outside the compound, in his customary all black, smoking a cigarette, looking as prickly and smug as ever, but unfortunately, he probably wasn't fooling anyone.
It was his style to shrug it off. To act like it had never happened, ideally. But he admittedly had issues when it came to his reputation, and he'd taken great precautions to keep his past a particularly well-guarded secret.
And now, completely without his permission or control, his past had literally walked the island for three days, conversing with strangers and friends alike, being his pansy, wet-blanket self.
So, while he hadn't been hiding in the strictest sense, he certainly hadn't been going out of his way to be social, since that weekend. But it had been long enough, and he wasn't going to be a bloody coward, just because a few people had seen him stuttering and fumbling around like a hopeless twit.
Spike stood just outside the compound, in his customary all black, smoking a cigarette, looking as prickly and smug as ever, but unfortunately, he probably wasn't fooling anyone.