[John had been busy, after all. That bag of cash sitting in Spike's crypt wasn't from selling cookies door to door. In his line of work, there's competition. Sometimes friendly. Most times not.
The drum of Spike's fingers is soothing. John's dark eyes slide closed once, then twice, before his eyelashes finally settle upon his cheeks.]
A decent pillow. Nice shower. Someplace quiet, and safe, to sleep this off, where I can keep an eye on you.
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[John had been busy, after all. That bag of cash sitting in Spike's crypt wasn't from selling cookies door to door. In his line of work, there's competition. Sometimes friendly. Most times not.
The drum of Spike's fingers is soothing. John's dark eyes slide closed once, then twice, before his eyelashes finally settle upon his cheeks.]
A decent pillow. Nice shower. Someplace quiet, and safe, to sleep this off, where I can keep an eye on you.