"You don't want it, Miss Anne." He was sure she'd never asked this of Angel. And though he remembered as well as she did their conversation about it back at the motel on Long Island, he was certain they were talking now about something else. She wasn't offering him all of herself, whatever she might think. She was petitioning for oblivion.
She sure is. Thankfully, Spike recognizes that and, by not biting her, is making her push through this pain to hopefully make the same realization.
And now I'm caught up with this fic. :::sigh::: So much love for this story. I'll probably wait a couple more weeks before another round of reading. Really looking forward to wherever you choose to take this.