Spike dropped to his knees with Nicolas without hesitation, wanting to touch but not knowing how he wanted to be touched, if he even wanted it. He just stroked his hair ever so slightly, pulling him in close and holding him tight. It seemed to be what he needed the most, he clearly needed some kind of assurance and he knew what he needed to do. "I thought I already did. Don't know how many more times I could say it before you believe me."

With a faint smile, he gripped him tighter and buried his head against his neck, inhaling Nicolas's scent because, God help him, he was weak. "I want you."