Characters: Spike (mentions of ensemble, implied Spike/Wes)
There wasn’t much left after the alley; the fact that the Hyperion was still standing was almost like the universe playing a joke on them.
Angel hadn’t shown his face in days, and Spike was restless. Regardless of any image he’d tried to project in the past, Spike was no loner, never had been.
Walking through the lobby, his mind flashed images: Cordy ordering takeout, Charlie chatting up Fred by the stairway, Lorne telling a terrible joke, Wesley… Wesley was everywhere and nowhere. Losing him hurt worse than that damn chip ever did.
Spike had never endured a louder silence.