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A/N: Written for drabble day at Comment Fic as a fill for Cozy Coffee's prompt, "cuddle."

After she's cleaned up as much as she can, Buffy lumps barefooted over to the guys' apartment.

Her camisole shows the big new gash across her shoulder. It's too shallow for stitches, but it looks nasty. At least it distracts from how most of her face is purplish and swollen.

She needs some cold comfort.

Spike hasn't even showered. He's curled up on the couch, blood dried in his hair, fast asleep under six purring cats.

Buffy squeezes herself in behind him in a position that doesn't quite help her sprained knee but makes her not care.

Close enough.