He knew she liked crypts. Of course she did. Dru liked anything that put her more in touch with the darkness in her. He'd been hoping--the soul had been hoping-- that she wouldn't want to stay somewhere that wasn't comfortable. He'd been hoping that she'd remember that night when she'd stood there with Buffy and both of them had watched him fall apart. The night he said he was drowning in Buffy.
And Dru had laughed. He could still hear that laughter.
Spike told himself it was just for now. It was so he could make sure that Dru would be safe, so he could protect her.
He put his hand out for her to hold, without a word.
Sooner or later, she'd start in on him having a soul. That he'd chosen it. Over her. But that would not be tonight.
"Come on then," he said. His voice was a little tired. He felt like he was betraying Dawn, and Harry, and Murphy, and all the good people he'd been helping. He felt like Dawn was right. That he was always this... thing.