Xander just came home. He'd put down long hours lately, which made sure he'd hardly seen his nocturnal room-mate. A lot of times he was a lump in his couch under a blanket with some blonde hair sticking out. Or, if Xander came home after sunset... he didn't see him at all.
He'd lost some weight from these long hours, since he tended to live of coffee and donuts... which, when you hardly ate anything else, tended to have Xander lose some weight. Heavy work did that to you to, instead of just building bookshelf's and fixing dolls and shoes... He'd probably regain it once this job was done though...
So now he was somewhat surprised when he came home... and there was swearing in his bathroom. Which had to be Spike, since he was the only almost-living thing in the apartment, not counting Xander. Who was very living, thank you.
Xander had to admit that Spike's habit of getting the coffeemaker going in the evenings was a godsend though, and he took a mug himself.
"What's the matter?" Xander asked, leaning on the kitchen counter, throwing a one-eyed glance towards the bathroom door.