Beth leaves one arm around Spike's narrow waist. It's just comfortable there.

"I like your pencils and paper, too. That sketch you did of us a long time ago is one of best things I've gotten since I've been here."

She's always thought so. But she can't help glancing down at that last picture again.

Like the real thing isn't right there beside her and they can't look at each other just like that whenever the hell they feel like it.

She's still smiling when she finally moves to take a seat at the bar.