On that, we can agree. I hate hospitals. Wouldn't be here, if it weren't for you.
[John isn't sure about being so close to Spike in public. Not because he's ashamed. No, he's not ashamed of a damned thing. Least of all his choice in partners.
There's vulnerability in allowing the world to see who he cares for. They can be too easily marked, hurt, used as collateral. There was a reason John had disappeared off the map with Helen.
It strikes something in him, seeing Spike vulnerable like this, that he was ready and willing to kill should anyone present a threat.
John is tense, at first. He looks around the room. Checks his surroundings. Feels the weight of his gun at the small of his back, and his knife at his ankle, within reach if necessary. Then he settles, filling the gap between Spike's legs like a tired, if watchful, dog.]
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[John isn't sure about being so close to Spike in public. Not because he's ashamed. No, he's not ashamed of a damned thing. Least of all his choice in partners.
There's vulnerability in allowing the world to see who he cares for. They can be too easily marked, hurt, used as collateral. There was a reason John had disappeared off the map with Helen.
It strikes something in him, seeing Spike vulnerable like this, that he was ready and willing to kill should anyone present a threat.
John is tense, at first. He looks around the room. Checks his surroundings. Feels the weight of his gun at the small of his back, and his knife at his ankle, within reach if necessary. Then he settles, filling the gap between Spike's legs like a tired, if watchful, dog.]
I'll take you home.