Reading this felt like being struck by lightning, over and over. Spike goes round and round and deeper each time, all those firework effects of language, spectacular but they don't get in the way. He's so patient in his endless impatience with them.

He's also right. If any being on Earth embodies the thing that's between Angel and Buffy, this shattering dazzling filthy thing, it's him. And if anyone deserves to be between them, well. He was made to be love.