[If he keeps it light, keeps it joking, perhaps things will continue to be fine when Spike walks in. In one smooth motion he gets key down from the doorframe to its handle, adding as he opens it;]
Thought I might have to go breaking and entering.
[Of course, his whole carefree act is based in the anticipation that Sparkling is sitting somewhere as he should be, perhaps on a couch or bed or at the very least at his kitchen table, even if he's curled over. He expects it to be bad, but not this bad, not immediately calling to mind blood-soaked shirts and swiss-cheese corpses.
Faster than he even expects of himself, Spike's stride closes the distance between himself and Sparkling, and a tentative hand rests on Sparkling's shoulder.]
Shit, they've really done a number on you, haven't they?
[He comments, quiet in how stunned he is but clearly not quiet enough not to state the obvious. Another hesitant hand hovers above the clusters of flowers, unsure of how to proceed.]
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[If he keeps it light, keeps it joking, perhaps things will continue to be fine when Spike walks in. In one smooth motion he gets key down from the doorframe to its handle, adding as he opens it;]
Thought I might have to go breaking and entering.
[Of course, his whole carefree act is based in the anticipation that Sparkling is sitting somewhere as he should be, perhaps on a couch or bed or at the very least at his kitchen table, even if he's curled over. He expects it to be bad, but not this bad, not immediately calling to mind blood-soaked shirts and swiss-cheese corpses.
Faster than he even expects of himself, Spike's stride closes the distance between himself and Sparkling, and a tentative hand rests on Sparkling's shoulder.]
Shit, they've really done a number on you, haven't they?
[He comments, quiet in how stunned he is but clearly not quiet enough not to state the obvious. Another hesitant hand hovers above the clusters of flowers, unsure of how to proceed.]