[Spike nods, glad to hear the words even if the uncertainty still hurts. He anticipated it at least, which doesn't make it hurt any less but rather dulls to a constant ache in his chest cavity.] Buffy, I... [He means to say something else, but his expression softens and for the first time he lets it all crumble. Lets her see just how broken up he is; how lost. But he doesn't dare let go for fear of being pushed away entirely.]
I don't expect anything... just seeing you, it's. [Enough is wrong, and anything else sounds forced, so he lets it drop, breathing slowly out through his nose.] Coffee's ready.
[And as if it's the hardest thing he's ever done, several seconds later, his fingers open up to free hers, that raw expression once again clearly splayed across his face.]
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I don't expect anything... just seeing you, it's. [Enough is wrong, and anything else sounds forced, so he lets it drop, breathing slowly out through his nose.] Coffee's ready.
[And as if it's the hardest thing he's ever done, several seconds later, his fingers open up to free hers, that raw expression once again clearly splayed across his face.]