[Spike doesn't know anything about palliative care, he realizes, thought he doesn't want to even be thinking about what he could be doing. He isn't the type to let that stop him, no, he doesn't back down, he's never afraid, always fearless— but he is always aware. Always thinking just a little too much past those cold dark eyes, never about the right things.
He returns to Sparkling's side with water, unsure of how Sparkling is supposed to drink it, half sure alcohol is still the better alternative. But Sparkling speaks when he returns and Spike is left standing, staring, contemplating.
He pushes his thoughts aside along with whatever's in the way of this cup having a space on Sparkling's bedside table, taking his own place half-sat on the edge of the bed with one leg folded under him.
There's never been a guarantee the scientists could save Sparkling in the first place.]
Would you even want to?
[He asks, genuine.]
Even less like home over there than it is in here, I'm sure.
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He returns to Sparkling's side with water, unsure of how Sparkling is supposed to drink it, half sure alcohol is still the better alternative. But Sparkling speaks when he returns and Spike is left standing, staring, contemplating.
He pushes his thoughts aside along with whatever's in the way of this cup having a space on Sparkling's bedside table, taking his own place half-sat on the edge of the bed with one leg folded under him.
There's never been a guarantee the scientists could save Sparkling in the first place.]
Would you even want to?
[He asks, genuine.]
Even less like home over there than it is in here, I'm sure.