"hey." Spike says, smiling nervously. He knows it's been six months since you broke up and you probably want to see his head impaled on a spike. Spike's shirt was slightly bloodstained, with a visible cut in it. He knows that Jet could probably sew him up but...Spike secretly misses her gentle hands on his skin.

"Oh come on, let me in. I promise to be good ok? Just help me with that damn cut." he says, forcing a pout.