"You need to get down here now."
Faye listened to Jet's rough voice through her communicator. She wondered if he'd made some sort of grand discovery or breakthrough. She clutched at the communicator anxiously awaiting elaboration but she heard the click that signified she'd been cut off.
She stretched her limbs to their fullest extent and leaned back into the arm chair. She had hoped that Jet could handle whatever was going on by himself. Now she'd have to get up. Spike wondered absently if Spike was going to want to go along with her. His eyes were closed as per usual.
"Spike..." She began tentatively.
"What?"
"I'm going down to the movie set."
"So?"
"So do you want to come along?" Faye asked. Two seconds and he'd already managed to irritate her. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to ask him along.
Spike lay there, seeming to taste his next response on his tongue before sending it out.
"Nah." He said.
Faye sat perfectly still. Something in the air shifted. She could feel it droning along the surface of her skin. He knew.
"Spike?"
Spike's reply snapped like a whip. "I said I'm not going."
"Is it so bad?" She whispered.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Spike leaned on his arm to bring him up to a semi-sitting position. He didn't make eye contact, though. His eyes rested on the space beside her head. He dropped his head back suddenly and sighed.
"Is what so bad?" He asked calmly.
"It's just a crush. It'll go away." She said quietly and earnestly. Spike didn't seem surprised by her words. He just rested where he was, with his head dropped back from his shoulders. "I know." He said.
Neither of them moved.