Backfire - Spander Files

good. He wore a dark red mock turtleneck sweater and black jeans that fit him well
and rested low on his hips. The combat boots looked a little too new, but worked
with the outfit. Spike’s eyes widened in admiration as he looked his boy up and
down, wetting his lips in the process.
Xander grinned and held out his arms. “Like it? Buffy took me shopping.”
“Slayer’s got taste.”
“The Donna Karan of the Hellmouth.”
Spiked grinned despite himself and tilted his head at the boy. Xander stuffed his
hands in his pockets and rocked on his heels slightly. The quiet drew out longer
than it should have. Spike made a move to grasp his lighter and start flicking again,
but saw that Xander still held it in one of his pocketed hands. With no pointless
noise to stop the silence, Spike spoke.
“So…how are you?” Come on, William…you can do better than that.
“Great. Good. Fine. Ok.” Sigh “Things are good. I was only laid up for a couple
days. Apparently, I’m healing pretty quickly. Didn’t even need a transfusion or
anything. Just a lot of orange juice, apparently. Think I‘ve got orange juice for
blood, now?”
Spike wanted to avoid the subject of blood for as long as possible. “Where are you
staying, now?”
“Oh, with Giles. That part’s pretty cool. He contacted my parents and a lawyer and
there’s paperwork started for legal custody and everything.”
“The Watcher’s a good man. It’s the right choice.”
“Yeah.”
“So, are you back in sch-”
“Shut up, Spike.”