Afterwards, leaving the rumpled bed and Angel asleep on it, she comes to stand beside Spike on the hotel balcony where he's smoking, ashes flickering down, and asks, "Was this why you didn't kill each other?"
He shrugs, takes a drag; eyes downcast, dismissive, "He knew how to throw a party, back in the day."
She thinks of screams and walls painted red and shudders, the ground swaying far below, before she rights herself and thrusts her chin up, eyes on the sky and the now - tonight isn't the night that she falls.
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Afterwards, leaving the rumpled bed and Angel asleep on it, she comes to stand beside Spike on the hotel balcony where he's smoking, ashes flickering down, and asks, "Was this why you didn't kill each other?"
He shrugs, takes a drag; eyes downcast, dismissive, "He knew how to throw a party, back in the day."
She thinks of screams and walls painted red and shudders, the ground swaying far below, before she rights herself and thrusts her chin up, eyes on the sky and the now - tonight isn't the night that she falls.