It's not good here.
Placing the phone back in it's cradle, I folded my arms and looked up at Spike that was still in my office. Before he was asking for something him and Tara could do and for a place to stay. When did I become everyone's go to guy? I'm not that guy? Never will be that guy, but it's Spike. History shows that I owe him something. Okay, no it doesn't,
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I can tell he's doing it grudgingly, more to stop me nagging than anything. Still tempted to thank him though. 'Course I'd never live that down, do I don't. I just nod and slip the paper in my coat pocket. Can tell there's something else on Angel's mind, he's distracted, which probably is what worked in my favor.
I'm intrigued though, what could have him looking so...
well, more broody than is usual for the git.
"Fine, you want Tara to have a job ... for a witch ... I'll set her up with a job and you, need you to do me a favor. Right now ... Faith is sick. She's with Wes right now, getting checked out, but there's times when I can't be with her. Buffy said she'd help, or so I overheard when they were talking. But when I'm not around or Buffy's around, I need you to watch her."Faith? Interesting bird that one, had it in for Buffy a while ago, but all redeemed now supposedly. Have to say I'd enjoyed tussling with her. What a mouth she'd ( ... )
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