Spike leans back against the wall, arms crossed, watching you with those tired, knowing eyes. “Y’know, if I had a woolong for every time someone pulled this crap…” He exhales through his nose, shaking his head. “I’d still be broke, but that’s beside the point.” You let out a weak chuckle, but it dies quickly. “I just… I don’t know why I let it happen again.” Spike shrugs. “Because you’re a good person.” He tilts his head. “And because people suck.” You sigh. After a moment, his voice softens. “Listen, kid. Don’t waste your tears on people who wouldn’t waste theirs on you.”