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May. 25th, 2006 12:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
( moments ago, near Mars )
The only other time Spike thinks he was more relieved to see this place was after that incident at the Mars-L.A. spaceport, and it's the one time he wasn't even expecting it. Tonight he's glad, but for a different reason: it means Beth's safe and by proxy it means Junior's safe. He doesn't give a fuck what he looks like balancing all these packages either: at least he's not shot and bleeding. No busted ribs, no damn, I feel like I'm going to die business. Just him and Beth and their things, and it's almost like a huge fucking weight's been lifted.
Almost. The feeling of relief doesn't usually walk around hand in hand tinged with regret.
The front door clicks shut behind them. He doesn't know about Beth, but right now he's thinking Room 8 will look like their own little oasis for a day, two days, however the fuck long it takes to figure out what they have to do next. If it gets to be up to him, the reality of out there never sinks in while they're in here. Without a word -- as if they'd agreed on it in advance and sealed the deal in blood -- he and Beth make their way across the bar and through the door leading upstairs.
The only other time Spike thinks he was more relieved to see this place was after that incident at the Mars-L.A. spaceport, and it's the one time he wasn't even expecting it. Tonight he's glad, but for a different reason: it means Beth's safe and by proxy it means Junior's safe. He doesn't give a fuck what he looks like balancing all these packages either: at least he's not shot and bleeding. No busted ribs, no damn, I feel like I'm going to die business. Just him and Beth and their things, and it's almost like a huge fucking weight's been lifted.
Almost. The feeling of relief doesn't usually walk around hand in hand tinged with regret.
The front door clicks shut behind them. He doesn't know about Beth, but right now he's thinking Room 8 will look like their own little oasis for a day, two days, however the fuck long it takes to figure out what they have to do next. If it gets to be up to him, the reality of out there never sinks in while they're in here. Without a word -- as if they'd agreed on it in advance and sealed the deal in blood -- he and Beth make their way across the bar and through the door leading upstairs.