Still caught in a slightly sleepy stage of fraught, Spike took a moment to gather some composure, taking deep breaths, while letting reality completely settle in around him before running a hand swiftly through his disheveled hair. On an open sigh, laced with a whisper of suffering, he shook his head in disappointment.
Of course what he had inwardly hoped, ended up being the exact opposite. Knowing he’d called out in his sleep wasn’t exactly comforting, but he wasn’t altogether embarrassed, and it wasn’t like he generally cared what people thought. Still, he wished he hadn’t, considering how personal the dream truly was.
Dropping his hand down against the wooden bench, he looked up into the face of the stranger who was addressing him with such genuine concern. It was just a kid, and the bounty hunter offered a smile, replacing his doleful expression.
“It’s fine, I’m fine.” Spike told the figure, hoping he sounded convincing enough to deter the punk from asking any questions about the nightmare.“Just a dream. Although, I can honestly say it’s been a while since I’ve had one like that.”
“Your concern’s endearing honestly. To think you’d check up on little old me. I don’t think there are many people in this world who would stop to check on a complete stranger after waking the way I did.” Reaching into his pocket, Spike grabbed his pack of coffin nails, and lighter. A little puff of repose from a cigarette was exactly what the doctor ordered right now.
“You must be a little knight in shining armor, hmm?” Lighting one up, he inhaled, letting the smoke glide down before exhaling it out through his nostrils. “I can see it, you must help old women cross the street and stuff.”
The bounty hunter laughed breathlessly, it wasn’t that he was trying to pick on the the other in a negative manner, just provide some raillery. Hell knew he needed some amusement to distract his mind right now.
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