"Do you ever miss it?" Spike asked. "Miss what?" Angel asked. "The taste of a fresh, human kill in your mouth. The warmth of it on your skin as it rushes out of the veins." "That is disgusting," Angel admonished. Spike frowned. "Oh." He was quiet for a long moment but Angel should've known silence with Spike never lasted long. "Must be nice not to have those desires anymore." Angel winced. It wasn't like that. He knew exactly what Spike how Spike felt and it was his biggest shame. Still, he couldn't let Spike suffer alone. "Yeah, I miss it."