I asked him about it, you know. The Noah, if he wanted it back and he couldn't give me a straight answer. In that sense, I think we're the same. Was the same.
[ Because Spike's done the work to move away from that state of limbo where you have no purpose and there's a hole in your chest and nothing you do can fill that aching void because everything is pointless and why didn't they just kill you instead of condemning you to this cruel and unusual punishment? ]
Not that it matters much now. I don't think he has it in him to cause trouble, and after tomorrow night I'll probably know for sure.
[ He reaches for his cigarettes, changing his mind half way and ends up just laying them on the table. Can't exactly smoke with Ianto pressed so close to him. ]