"Adjust? Spike...the last time--or, God, the next time for him--that he found out? He was playing the uberdisgust card pretty heavily. I'm not exactly sure which time counts as worse."

She knew it wasn't his fault. Or hers. Or Xander's. But her animosity was reaching out and at knee-jerk level it latched onto Xander. "Like he has any room to talk, anyway. Him and Anya--" Her ire faltered. Anya, the dearly departed. It was hard to maintain outrage with a memory like that to knock the wind out of her sails.

With a wince, she turned away from the door and gladly edged into a position where she could partake of his cold comfort. Her cheek came to rest against his shoulder. Weird, because emotional satisfaction was not typically her historical kind of satisfaction with Spike. It was still in beta.