He was starring out of his office window as the people made their way to work. Some days he wanted to be just like them, human, able to walk away from work and go home to a family after closing for the day.
This was hell, his own personal hell. Not fighting evil from within, that he could deal with. Never leaving the job between awaking in the morning and sleeping the next night, that was hard. But sometimes, just sometimes mind you, there was a glitch in his day. A glimpse of something that had not been named, would never be named.
As he stood watching the morning go by he found himself wishing the day away. Waiting for those few rare moments that happened most days, with Spike of all people. Those moments when hell was not so hellish for either of them.
Turning around in the room, he now faced the unmade, half occupied bed. Spike lay there sleeping still. Small rises in his chest could be seen as he unconsciously breathed in and out. Spike was his someone. They both finally had someone who cared, who understood and who let them be themselves.
If every night was spent like the last, their own personal hells would become a heaven of some sort and their work would become just work.
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