Spike had slowly been moving his belongings over to Riley's hotel and then to the boat -- slowly because it would've called unwanted attention to his actions if he'd shown up at the Pod with a U-Haul one day. He didn't want anyone figuring out that he was leaving until he was already gone. Although whether he was worried that people would try to talk him out of it or worried that they wouldn't, he wasn't quite sure. Hell, Angel would probably break out the champagne with Beth the moment he discovered Spike's absence. Spike had left him a very strongly worded note explaining his departure (or rather, a strongly worded guilt trip) but deep down, he didn't really expect Angel to care much. With the exception of Buffy, who had received a much kinder version of the letter, Spike wasn't even sure anybody would notice that he'd left at first. But he wouldn't be around to care for much longer. Besides, there was only one person whose opinion particularly mattered to him at the moment, and he didn't need any more proof of his importance in that person's life than he'd already gotten. Riley's face as he opened the hotel room door -- the hope, the anticipation, the brief flash of fear that Spike might suddenly back out -- said it all.
Jumping up from the bed with a little more eagerness than he'd actually intended to display, Spike abandoned his half-empty bottle of beer on a nearby table and nodded. "Thought you'd never ask." The hotel room had been cleared out earlier, so he headed straight for the door, leaning in to plant a firm kiss against Riley's lips. "Nope. Got everything I need right here."