Leaning against the counter, Spike sighed, "Boyfriends suck."
"Huh?" Dawn asked, coming up from the basement.
"Uh, it's my new manifesto, innit."
"That word doesn't mean what… Wait, boyfriend?"
Watching the gears click in her brain was like watching a train wreck, unable to stop it. "You're always hanging with… Xander?" she squeaked.
"No. You've seen what that whelp wears." He gazed off with an absentminded smile. "Course it's a good excuse to keep him naked. Um, not that I… Damn." His coat swirled out the door.
With a squeal, Dawn hit the phone. "Willow? Spike finally admitted they're dating."