"God, Buffy!" Spike gasped. "That's--that's bloody wonderful."
"Is it?" She smiled, happy that she could do these things to him, happy that she could do something for someone, happy that she could feel.....
"Dru--Dru could never--I mean, she was awful. You want something terrible, look at her. Hope she's rotting somewhere with a Fungus Chaotic whatever....."
"Dru?" Buffy sat up to look at him.
"Look, Buffy--she's nothing like you. Nothing like what you can do, nothing like what you mean to me--" Spike started to get the sense that he had said something wrong.
"No, obviously she is, if you can think of her like that..... All I ever hear is Dru this, Dru that. I'm so happy, and I'll bet Dru's just miserable, and isn't that great? Yeah, thanks, Spike. Thanks for making my night."
Pulling her sweater and skirt back on, she stormed out of the crypt, leaving a slightly woozy Spike to contemplate exactly what he had said to piss off the Slayer so much.
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