I meant in bed. The rest is up to god, or whoever, to judge.

[John is listening. Everything else is just background noise, made soft by the alcohol, and whatever it is they're smoking. John's eyes, glistening, but no longer threatening to burst, and his full attention, are on Spike. Taking in every word.

Maybe this was what John needed. To get out of his own damned head for a while, and remember he's not the only person who's suffering, or conflicted. That there are people he cares about with their own problems that need solving.

In the scheme of things, John's just one man, with one heart, and there are plenty more out there who are hurting just the same as he is. He's not alone, and neither is Spike.]

I don't, but it doesn't sound fun. Sorry you had to go through that.

So she's here, then. Do I need to suit up?