He brushed her off, trying not to physically react to that, though the comment made him ill. Spike knew she didn't mean anything by it but somehow that made it all the worse.
"It's bloody loud more like. A bloke can't get a decent day's rest, not even down here." Glancing over, he loosened his hold on the pillow and gave her a look that he hoped conveyed he didn't mind this sort of loudness; in close proximity. There was something about Faith that made him able to relax; to drop all the stiff-shirtedness he had needed to get by in this house until now.
It wasn't just something, but rather several somethings that he shared in common with the slayer. It was merely difficult to say exactly where each trait sat on their own personal venn diagram. But the effects were hard to argue with, and he appreciated her company when everyone else saw him as furniture.
"Listen, I didn't mean... It's just not my place. I doubt Buffy would want the story told." And why wouldn't she be ashamed of him? Her last in a long chain of mistakes even he couldn't deny.
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"It's bloody loud more like. A bloke can't get a decent day's rest, not even down here." Glancing over, he loosened his hold on the pillow and gave her a look that he hoped conveyed he didn't mind this sort of loudness; in close proximity. There was something about Faith that made him able to relax; to drop all the stiff-shirtedness he had needed to get by in this house until now.
It wasn't just something, but rather several somethings that he shared in common with the slayer. It was merely difficult to say exactly where each trait sat on their own personal venn diagram. But the effects were hard to argue with, and he appreciated her company when everyone else saw him as furniture.
"Listen, I didn't mean... It's just not my place. I doubt Buffy would want the story told." And why wouldn't she be ashamed of him? Her last in a long chain of mistakes even he couldn't deny.