It seems there's a Spike party in my brain, and everyone's invited.
Trust Angelus to own a decent viewpoint on his roof, Spike thought as he looked over the city. That’s where they’d gone wrong, perhaps; with one of them always sweeping into grand gestures, while the other scrambled to keep up. He should have stuck to his strengths and be done with it - except that Dru had so loved to be swept off her feet.
He drew on the cigarette one last time, slowly. “I can hear you, you know.”
The witchling tossed off the invisibility spell, annoyed. “Done moping yet?”
Spike waved another cigarette at her. “Maybe after this one.”
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He drew on the cigarette one last time, slowly. “I can hear you, you know.”
The witchling tossed off the invisibility spell, annoyed. “Done moping yet?”
Spike waved another cigarette at her. “Maybe after this one.”
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