[John thinks about it. Spike has a point. John may have stepped on some toes, but he'd done so knowing he could stomp them, if need be. If any of the local killers had half a brain in their heads, they wouldn't come after John, or worse, after someone he's taken a shining to.
John shifts, leaning his head back against Spike's shoulder, relaxing.
no subject
John shifts, leaning his head back against Spike's shoulder, relaxing.
Spike, aggravatingly, has a point.]
Mine. So say yes.