[Tyki has a pang in his chest at the sound of Spike's voice. Unlike the others, even those he'd grown close to, Spike's the only one he felt really had any insight to he was at the end of it all. The only one who went over the same hurdles he did, the one person he has a little trust in here. Not like the family, no - you can never trust anyone like you can family. But what do you do when you feel that even they...
He sucks in a breath, absently playing for something to focus on.] Wet from the river and half dead, here I am. You play piano at all, Spike? I feel like I might've asked you before. Maybe I'm getting old.