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Spike was coming to the realization that his mouth was an entity separate from the rest of his body and fully responsible for most of his pain.
As the kiss ended, Spike willed himself to let her speak first a second before he heard himself: "I won't be another outlet for a Summers girl's rebellion."
Buffy would have either rolled her eyes or punched the daylights out of him.
Dawn grabbed a fistful of his shirt and hauled him down eye-to-eye. "And I'm getting sick of being compared to my sister."
Spike's lips pursed into a repentant smile. "My bad."
As the kiss ended, Spike willed himself to let her speak first a second before he heard himself: "I won't be another outlet for a Summers girl's rebellion."
Buffy would have either rolled her eyes or punched the daylights out of him.
Dawn grabbed a fistful of his shirt and hauled him down eye-to-eye. "And I'm getting sick of being compared to my sister."
Spike's lips pursed into a repentant smile. "My bad."