Spike took a drag off the cigarette.  "If I was *really* a nice guy, I'd want you to go.  My life is not the kind to get involved in."  He looked back over his shoulder.  "I don't just do things cause they're the right thing to do.  Angelus named me right ages ago.  I'm Love's Bitch, and where there's anything like that involved I'll crawl on my knees over broken glass if I have to.  It's not some pretense.  But yeah, for what it's worth, I forgive you.  Just not so sure I forgive myself."<br/><br/>His jaw clenched again and he turned away, taking another drag on the cigarette, letting the smoke out in a steady stream in the air and watching the little curls as the air coming from the air conditioner grabbed bits and pieces of it away.