[John's eyes go from soft to sharp without blinking. Quick as the flick of a switchblade.
He's not in the mood for Spike to play everything off. He's still raw. Too sensitive. There's still adrenaline in his blood. Iron in his mouth.
Sex was the last thing on John's mind. Sure, they'd knocked boots, but that wasn't what had John running to the hospital with his heart in his throat.
He cares about Spike. More than could be put into words, what with the complicated nature of their relationship. Spike, always keeping it light. John, still wounded, too fresh for anything more than whatever this is.
Friends. Lovers. Something like family, not that John knows a damned thing about it. The closest he's ever come to blood is Marcus, and Marcus' blood is still too fresh on his hands.]
They getting blood into you? Know to keep the windows closed?
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[John's eyes go from soft to sharp without blinking. Quick as the flick of a switchblade.
He's not in the mood for Spike to play everything off. He's still raw. Too sensitive. There's still adrenaline in his blood. Iron in his mouth.
Sex was the last thing on John's mind. Sure, they'd knocked boots, but that wasn't what had John running to the hospital with his heart in his throat.
He cares about Spike. More than could be put into words, what with the complicated nature of their relationship. Spike, always keeping it light. John, still wounded, too fresh for anything more than whatever this is.
Friends. Lovers. Something like family, not that John knows a damned thing about it. The closest he's ever come to blood is Marcus, and Marcus' blood is still too fresh on his hands.]
They getting blood into you? Know to keep the windows closed?