Spike began pacing after he let Cordelia down like Wesley had said to. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his duster as he tried to think of something useful to do, but Sparky came by with the pills that the cheerleader needed and he sighed a little in relief.
He ran, suddenly, back to the coffeemaker because it was done brewing, and Spike came back with a mug for Cordelia -- sure enough, exactly like she'd asked for it, without too much milk. "Here," he offered, shrugging a bit and ignoring completely that he'd just done his new 'job' perfectly.
"Demons? What demons? The hell is she goin' on 'bout?" Spike looked at both Wesley, who seemed to know what he was doing, and Lindsey, who he was ready to punch even though Cordelia had said he hadn't known.
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Date: 2008-03-17 11:34 pm (UTC)He ran, suddenly, back to the coffeemaker because it was done brewing, and Spike came back with a mug for Cordelia -- sure enough, exactly like she'd asked for it, without too much milk. "Here," he offered, shrugging a bit and ignoring completely that he'd just done his new 'job' perfectly.
"Demons? What demons? The hell is she goin' on 'bout?" Spike looked at both Wesley, who seemed to know what he was doing, and Lindsey, who he was ready to punch even though Cordelia had said he hadn't known.