[It's a quiet hush, more to soothe the pain than to actually tell him to be quiet. If he wanted to talk, Spike wanted him to do just that. Get it out. Let some of that pain leak. Pain bottled up was a poison, one that only got more concentrated and vicious with time. The hand not at John's waist slid up to his hair, petting at the back of it, eyes closed as he swayed with him.]
I suppose that'd make a man feel out of sorts enough to be brought here.
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[It's a quiet hush, more to soothe the pain than to actually tell him to be quiet. If he wanted to talk, Spike wanted him to do just that. Get it out. Let some of that pain leak. Pain bottled up was a poison, one that only got more concentrated and vicious with time. The hand not at John's waist slid up to his hair, petting at the back of it, eyes closed as he swayed with him.]
I suppose that'd make a man feel out of sorts enough to be brought here.