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Jul. 2nd, 2005 05:59 pmFor the first time since he got here, Spike thinks of locking the door to their room.
What we have, Beth... it's sacred. No one gets to disturb it. I don't care who it is: they don't get to invade it.
He watches her sleep, and he remembers watching her sleep at the Grand Venusian and on the Bebop. He doesn't ever want to wake up and not have her there.
He thinks he's been pretty damn good about separating the past from the present. So what if fate or the universe or whatever decided to make his past collide head-on with his present: he'll still be pretty damn good about separating them. He looks at Beth again and his eyes soften: she's so beautiful.
I don't think I ever felt the same complexity of emotion for anybody else before you, Beth. Was I in love before? Sure, but not like this. Never like this. The quality of what I remember is different: bittersweet, desperate. What we have here -- you and me -- is... deeper, and happier, and more joyful, and feels like the kind of thing I can't do without. It's like we get to move with the same heartbeat, in synchronicity. It's like a steady rainbow light, a red heat that keeps growing and growing in intensity. With you, I feel invincible.
He watches her sleep, and thinks of locking the door.
But that would involve getting up.
What we have, Beth... it's sacred. No one gets to disturb it. I don't care who it is: they don't get to invade it.
He watches her sleep, and he remembers watching her sleep at the Grand Venusian and on the Bebop. He doesn't ever want to wake up and not have her there.
He thinks he's been pretty damn good about separating the past from the present. So what if fate or the universe or whatever decided to make his past collide head-on with his present: he'll still be pretty damn good about separating them. He looks at Beth again and his eyes soften: she's so beautiful.
I don't think I ever felt the same complexity of emotion for anybody else before you, Beth. Was I in love before? Sure, but not like this. Never like this. The quality of what I remember is different: bittersweet, desperate. What we have here -- you and me -- is... deeper, and happier, and more joyful, and feels like the kind of thing I can't do without. It's like we get to move with the same heartbeat, in synchronicity. It's like a steady rainbow light, a red heat that keeps growing and growing in intensity. With you, I feel invincible.
He watches her sleep, and thinks of locking the door.
But that would involve getting up.
