[Spike's hand moves to rest on John's thigh for a moment. A light, companionable pat. A touch so that one bit of dark could let another bit of dark know it wasn't alone. Then he reclaimed his hand and downed the rest of his drink, setting it on the table and leaning back, to slouch down and get comfortable.]
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[Spike's hand moves to rest on John's thigh for a moment. A light, companionable pat. A touch so that one bit of dark could let another bit of dark know it wasn't alone. Then he reclaimed his hand and downed the rest of his drink, setting it on the table and leaning back, to slouch down and get comfortable.]
You do that, mate.