Office Interlude
Disclaimer: Joss, I love you. I would never steal anything from you.
Distribution: ask me first, but take it if you like.
There was the softest of sounds as the heavy door was opened over the lush carpet, and Angel closed his eyes in irritation. "What is it?" he growled, opening eyes that glowed just barely golden.
Spike met his gaze with faint surprise, pausing just inside the office, and Angel sighed apologetically, anger dropping away. "Sorry," he said tiredly. "I thought..."
"S'all right," Spike said when Angel didn't finish. "Can't take a lot of company myself just now. 'Cept I guess no one at all is a little less than even I'd like." He walked forward as he spoke, and hesitated by the chair across from Angel's desk.
His sire pushed his own chair away from the desk, and ran a hand over his face. "We're falling apart," he said softly. "Fred, Gunn, Wes... And nobody in the firm gets it. They try to go on with business as usual." He dropped his hands to the armrests. "I don't know how Gunn and Wesley are coping. I don't want to know, particularly. I don't know how I would, except that I always had Cordy to lean on in these situations, and now – "
"She's gone too," Spike said thickly from across the desk.
Angel's eyes dropped to his stapler. "I was going to say," he said slowly, "that now I have you."
Spike walked around the desk, seating himself on the edge in front of Angel. "That a good or bad thing, mate?"
Angel raised his eyes to meet Spike's again. "Good," he replied honestly.
Spike's fingers found Angel's and curled around them. "Good."