Spike sighed again and took a deep breath, pushing his face into a less broody expression.  If he kept up like this, he told himself, he'd end up like his wanker of a Sire and who wanted that?  That thought brought a smile despite himself, and he turned around.  "Not your fault, pet, just caught me at a really low point.  I'll try to be less bloody sensitive about shit, awright?"  He leaned in to kiss her.