Spike came down the stairs, stepping into the lobby of Wolfram and Hart around midday, after coming in from the late night hunt with Dean.
"Spike," Angel said, looking up at him.
"It's done," was all Spike said, then he caught sight of Faith, walking down the corridor. "She's not ok, is she?"
Angel shook his head. "Tore apart a punching bag last night, she's in a bad way."
The older vampire paused.
"Why'd you do it?"
"Liked the little bit," Spike shrugged. "And I couldn't let her do it. It would completely destroy her. Leave her a shell. Didn't want that to happen."
Angel regarded him carefully.
"Thank you."
Spike waved his hand. "I didn't want to see her step back. Not with... you fought hard for her."
Angel nodded. "Just wondering where we go from here."
"Let her be," Spike replied, shrugging again. "She and Tru still have each other, at least."
"Yeah," Angel agreed, watching Faith with sad eyes. "And she has Sam."