[ spike's expression softens at the pathetic sight angel makes, and he sighs, a world-weary thing that sounds put upon even over the din of the afternoon shower around them. he points to the next house over, seven. ] Faith's got a comfy couch. Bet she'd loan it to you. [ he's hazarding speaking just like he always does. but the rain captures all of his sound, something he'll figure out... eventually. ]
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