"Least one of you stuck around," Spike muttered under his breath, his shoulders slumping. "S'you and me now. And that failure of a Watcher, course." Not that he knew Wesley well enough to pay attention to whether he was about one way or another, or care.
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Date: 2008-08-03 08:10 pm (UTC)