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Jan. 27th, 2006 10:45 pmBy the morning's light, Spike examines his ribs. The color of the bruise is a dead giveaway: they're healing, like always, but slowly. This little voice in his head says it's because you broke them twice in a week, asshole.
Still, better broken and slowly healing than a standing target for ten high-caliber rifles. No. He's made himself a target too many times and sure, if it wasn't for Beth he probably wouldn't have given a shit. But he can't discount her. He can't discount what they have. He can't discount what's in his heart, just to give off some pervasive sense of cool or whatever that situation might have called for in a different time or place, a different dream.
He loves her way too much.
Sometimes, he doesn't understand some things. He's not stupid, but he's not particularly brilliant either. Mostly what he doesn't understand is time and the way it works, and why or how it's different here.
Fuck it. Just... fuck it.
He looks over at Beth, not quite stirring yet, not quite awake. "Hey, Beth." He rubs her shoulder. "I'm going to try out one of those new pairs of sweats. Want to work out with me? Gently?"
He has to do something.
Still, better broken and slowly healing than a standing target for ten high-caliber rifles. No. He's made himself a target too many times and sure, if it wasn't for Beth he probably wouldn't have given a shit. But he can't discount her. He can't discount what they have. He can't discount what's in his heart, just to give off some pervasive sense of cool or whatever that situation might have called for in a different time or place, a different dream.
He loves her way too much.
Sometimes, he doesn't understand some things. He's not stupid, but he's not particularly brilliant either. Mostly what he doesn't understand is time and the way it works, and why or how it's different here.
Fuck it. Just... fuck it.
He looks over at Beth, not quite stirring yet, not quite awake. "Hey, Beth." He rubs her shoulder. "I'm going to try out one of those new pairs of sweats. Want to work out with me? Gently?"
He has to do something.
