[ the brief sight of her watery eyes tightens something in his long-dead chest and spike doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her, trying to be the steady pillar that she needs now. his eyes squeeze tightly too, staving off tears of his own even as buffy attempts to bury herself against his chest. ] Buffy, it's okay. We're gonna figure a way out of this. Like we always do. [ or like the scoobies do. they only have the fighty ones and not the brainy ones which sucks, but. they'll manage. spike has to believe that. ]
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