[Spike isn't well versed in apology, but he's gotten better. Especially in recent years. But it didn't make it any easier, to spit out the words. When he'd first gotten his soul it had been easy enough to throw it around, but now. Now after Hell and Highwater and his Dirigible Full of Insects? It just felt like a lie.
A lot of the things he said these days felt that way.
Rapping on the familiar door, thump thump thump before prying the door open. He's bursting in without an invitation; the one from long ago held untempered. He goes to open his mouth before he realizes Peter's not there, and he manages to get over his initial panic and track his scent to the kitchen before he ends up talking to the carpet all night.]
I knew you'd still be standing, Pete, just wasn't so sure New York would be. [It's Spike's brand of a greeting.]
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A lot of the things he said these days felt that way.
Rapping on the familiar door, thump thump thump before prying the door open. He's bursting in without an invitation; the one from long ago held untempered. He goes to open his mouth before he realizes Peter's not there, and he manages to get over his initial panic and track his scent to the kitchen before he ends up talking to the carpet all night.]
I knew you'd still be standing, Pete, just wasn't so sure New York would be. [It's Spike's brand of a greeting.]