Spike clapped a hand to his chest overdramatically. "Nobody gets me like you do," he said in a fake-choked-up voice. Although really, that was pretty much 100% true. Riley knew a part of him that nobody else had access to anymore, not even Buffy, not even Angel. He had seen Spike's gentle side and his dark side, and he accepted them both. With Riley, Spike never had to explain himself; he could just be. Not that he was gonna go and cry about it, but it was a welcome change from certain other people in his life. "We can throw up, we just... don't. Usually." Spike glanced down at the comforter, grimaced, and ripped it out from underneath them, tossing it across the room. "There. That's marginally better."