"Who?" Spike asked, sitting on the couch with Snake. Jay was on the chair feeling uncomfortable from the dagger-shooting glare from Snake.

"His name's Jason," she said. "Not Jay-Jason. Another Jason. He told me he was eighteen and I found out he was thirty-one."

Spike looked up at her. "He's older than me!" she yelled.

"I didn't know that at first."

"You shouldn't have done anything with him period!"

"I know!" Emma buried her face in her hands. "I know. I'm sorry."

Spike sighed and walked over and hugged her. "I'm sorry for screaming," she whispered. "I'll help you through this Em."

"Thanks, Mom."