und ich hab gestern auch die handtücher-kaufen-fic gelesen und mann, ich war ein wrack danach.
das war so schön und traurig in einem. Spike sat with Xander and listened as the man bought all kinds of things
for the apartment, and for himself. He contributed when asked to. But
mostly he sat, relaxing further and further into the softness of the
couch. And when Xander suggested he move closer, just to get a little
warmer, Spike didn't hesitate. Much, anyway. He sat next to him, still
confused, but more willing. And when Xander said that maybe Spike would
be warmer still if an arm went around his shoulders, he didn't hesitate
at all. Xander's strong arm enveloped him in blessed heat, and he
relaxed even further. Best of all, the voices stayed far away. He was
beginning to understand that he wouldn't be kicked out first thing in
the morning. He wanted to tell Xander about the mess in his head, and
ask him to help. But he didn't. He couldn't. It wasn't right.
& 
) titelbild zu ner fanfic ist? her damit! 
blöder computer! 
