Here's a quick drabble!
Characters: Spike, Angel
Disclaimer: Not mine
Word count: 100
Angel stops abruptly, staring at the smoking rubble.
"I think," he says, breaking three days' silence, "I'm done with humans, for a while."
Spike can understand the sentiment. All of them, gone; and the losses still fresh. Humans are too perishable -- that damned, built-in expiration date. Eternity's an awfully long time to grieve.
It's so new that he forgets, but there it is again -- the terrified thud of his beating heart. "Does that," Spike asks shakily, "include me?"
Angel starts walking. He doesn't look back.
"One exception," he mutters, slowing his pace, until Spike falls in step by his side.