He listened to the rain outside, drumming on the rooftop, and trickling down the house; tapping at the windows. It was distracting being a vampire sometimes, but he also was avoiding the question. Spike really didn't want to answer it. But he would, because Faith asked it and she didn't deserve to be ignored.

"I... hurt her. We had a thing, last year, but I..." He couldn't actually bring himself to say the words, one hand buried in his own hair. It didn't have anywhere near the amount of gross hair product it usually did. "I had to make a change, yeah? You get that."

She had to.