Support Stacie drabble for Chloris
"So, what? You wanna compare bad deeds now?" Spike raised his hand, letting his cigarette dangle from his lips. "I win."
Willow sighed, knowing he was right. "I just...."
Scooting to the edge of the bed, shoulders hunched, he glanced up at her. "Doesn't help to dwell on old nasties, Willow."
"But do you miss it? The killing?"
He climbed to his feet, staring into the darkness beyond Buffy's basement before shaking himself from his thoughts. "Every single second." Turning back to her, he dropped his cigarette to the floor and then crushed it under his boot. "Same as you."