[ In the time that has passed since he killed her, Spike has been doing exactly one thing — drinking. Not because of losing her necessarily, although that certainly helped, but what else can you do when it looks like the rest of forever will be spent alone at the bottom of the sea with nothing but shambling corpses to keep you company?
He's kicked back on the couch, half-asleep and hand loosely draped around the mostly empty bottle. Unaware of her unlikely return, for now. ]